It doesn't escape Stan's notice and he looks stunned for a second. He'd been expecting more of a fight, since it seems like fighting's all they do these days. They haven't agreed on anything in years.]
You don't have to lecture me on how to punch stuff, y'know. [It's said in jest though, a playful reminder of how things used to be. Ford was the brains, and he was the punching.] You'll have to get back here first though, if you really wanna help.
[A beat, as something occurs to Stan.] ...And prolly have this talk all over again, I guess. [Since neither of them will remember it. It...probably won't go this well so quickly once they're out of this weird space without a fourth wall.]
Of course I want to help. You can't do this alone and this 'Wonderland' is no place for children by the sound of it.
[But again, he's not happy about any of this. At all. His mind is still so focused on Bill Cipher and the fate of the universe, he can't appreciate any chance to spend time with his own twin again.]
Regardless, it's up to her. That... Writer, and she's taking her time. [MUCH TO FORD'S DISAPPROVAL.]
[Weirdly, he kind of wants to argue that, and insist he could do it alone if he had to. He settles for making a face at the remark in stead though, because...well, the priority is getting the kids home, and it'll go faster with Ford there.]
Yeah, yeah. I know how that is - mine took forever to get around to actually trying me out in the first place. Somethin' about wanting to be sure about all her weirdo theories or whatever.
[SHRUG.]
Eh, she'll get around to it. And in the meantime, I'll be stuck in Wonderhell ruinin' your good name! [He laughs, and the remembers that oh. Right. He didn't...mention that.] I, uh. Might've told the whole place a few months ago I was you. Pretty sure half of them still believe it? [Whoops.]
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It doesn't escape Stan's notice and he looks stunned for a second. He'd been expecting more of a fight, since it seems like fighting's all they do these days. They haven't agreed on anything in years.]
You don't have to lecture me on how to punch stuff, y'know. [It's said in jest though, a playful reminder of how things used to be. Ford was the brains, and he was the punching.] You'll have to get back here first though, if you really wanna help.
[A beat, as something occurs to Stan.] ...And prolly have this talk all over again, I guess. [Since neither of them will remember it. It...probably won't go this well so quickly once they're out of this weird space without a fourth wall.]
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[But again, he's not happy about any of this. At all. His mind is still so focused on Bill Cipher and the fate of the universe, he can't appreciate any chance to spend time with his own twin again.]
Regardless, it's up to her. That... Writer, and she's taking her time. [MUCH TO FORD'S DISAPPROVAL.]
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Yeah, yeah. I know how that is - mine took forever to get around to actually trying me out in the first place. Somethin' about wanting to be sure about all her weirdo theories or whatever.
[SHRUG.]
Eh, she'll get around to it. And in the meantime, I'll be stuck in Wonderhell ruinin' your good name! [He laughs, and the remembers that oh. Right. He didn't...mention that.] I, uh. Might've told the whole place a few months ago I was you. Pretty sure half of them still believe it? [Whoops.]