More then anything he wants his writer to drop this idea.

[coolerwithamerman]

Do you know why no one wants to talk to me? I will tell you why, truthfully. Because I don't exist. I'm like-James Bond. Working behind the scenes to ensure the greater good of everyone.

Okay maybe not Bond. That's Sitterson's gig as-he'd say it-he is the "eligible bachelor". I'm like...Like Q.

Okay maybe not Q....more like um-

Look it doesn't matter because you seem to be laboring under this idea that I'll go and meet with a bunch of people and it'll be-in your words "hilarious". It won't be hilarious. It will be awful and there will be screaming-or laughing. I'm not sure which is which.

...and no, watching horror movies does not qualify you as a member of our organization. Do you have any idea how hard an Amityville Horror scenario is to pull off? What kind of cleanup that entails? 1990. One honest cop throws the entire scenario out of whack.

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[immunized]

[He looks quizzical.] How'd you find a pic of my grandparents?

[coolerwithamerman]

...Do I look like I'm on fucking cleanup or surviellance? I was a NASA engineer man. I was a scientist. Not a spooky spook.

[immunized]

[Take the joint man, you need it.]

The puppeteer. [He looks down. Then proceeds with another joint from his pocket.]

[coolerwithamerman]

...What? [inhale] ...We were doing good man. It was all for the greater good. And the shit I had to go through, plus my wife...

you know we may have been a little ehhhh [he wiggles his hand] but I miss her.

[coolerwithamerman]

...You ever hook up with that one chick? Hard not to see how much you wanted to nail the Virgin man.

[immunized]

The greater good. [The second joint is lit now and he takes another hit and replies before exhaling.] Right. Because killing my friends was for the better of mankind. [Maybe so, but the way the world was going, Marty would rather things to start over.]

No. [He tilts his head at the mention of hooking up with Dana. A pang of sadness runs across his face.]

[coolerwithamerman]

Lemme tell you a secret..

Let me get some potato chips first. [He climbs to his feet, unsteady] ho man you forget and that shit hits you like...shit.

[He stumbles off and returns with potato chips and no-he's not sharing.]

...It was part cult part actual job but it's kind of hard to believe in a god we apparently made up "just as a defense mechanism." I mean I was never particularly religious to begin with but ending up as a sort of semi-priest meets technician...well who could have seen that coming.

You wanna know how I GOT promoted?

[immunized]

[Marty figured he wasn't going to share the chips. He did take his joint. Damn, and he was hungry too.

But Hadley's willingness to share the secrets of his corporation didn't seem to bother him as much as the chips. Marty didn't really want to know -he was still unnerved with what his friends and him had gone through, but at the same time-]

Yeah, sure. Why not.

[coolerwithamerman]

Sacrifice. A wolf. A ram. and a Hart.

[he leans back against the wall.] You are baptized in the wolf, the ram, and the hart. Each animal sacred to each one of the ancient gods in our sector.

That and the mother of all credit checks. They actually found my mom's ObGyn.

[immunized]

[He tilts his head as if to say "what?" And then his expression turns into disgust.]

That's very Pagan of you.

[coolerwithamerman]

...Son these are the old gods of the world with names you learned about in history class and pretty kiddy fucking pictures that you probably colored. And these ain't Disney fucking gods either. Hercules and a bunch of singing pottery ladies.

These are the guys who actually turned a chick into a deer when they realized her dad was about to sacrifice her. These are the ones who inspired the story of Abraham and Issac biblically. Except-SURPRISE! God as we know it is just a nice idea we made up because the rest of it is so horrific that we couldn't handle it.

[The words are halfway slurred as he has a big handful of chips.]

God it paid well.

[immunized]

[He listens, taking it all in and let his secret stash do a little of that enlightening, but he's able to bring himself out of it pretty quick once Hadley finishes. Besides, he pretty much already figured that was the case.]

And the monsters...

[He hadn't really been paying attention to the last part of what Hadley said. Okay, so maybe he wasn't entirely back in reality.]

[coolerwithamerman]

...If you knew how we got those monsters you wouldn't sleep at night.

But man you grow attached to them. The werewolf wranglers loved their job.

[immunized]

I don't need you- Wait. You had fucking werewolf wranglers? [...the hell?]

[coolerwithamerman]

zoology had merman wranglers.

[There is still a wistful sigh there.]

We had wranglers for everything.

[immunized]

Shit. Man, that's wrong on so many levels.

[coolerwithamerman]

...Why? Somebody had to make sure they were fed when they weren't out performing the ritual.

[A puff. he's so calm about this. You're looking at a bona-fide sociopath.]

I didn't always think like that. But honestly when you see it...that's how shit happens they take you down and they slaughter the animals in front of you then you sign papers, and more papers, and you see them for the first time...

don't tell me it didn't change you.

[immunized]

[In a way, Marty is calm, but he really was afraid of everything he saw down there. And the way Hadley is talking, has him paranoid.]

It woke me up to some things that's for sure. But desensitize me like it has you? I could never get used to what you did to my friends and me.

[coolerwithamerman]

...I told you man. [His head rolls.] It was for the greater good man. Like potato chips.

[long pause]

...I'm sorry. We are all sorry, but it's either that or having the ancient ones awake and alive.

[He reaches for a necklace on a leather cord around his neck-holding it for a moment before it drops. His hands are shaking]

[immunized]

Sorry I screwed up your plan. [You know he's not really sorry.] But it was time for you guys to stop making decisions for everyone.

[coolerwithamerman]

[he's whining now. It's the reefer.] ...It wasn't about making decisions man. It was about doing the right thing. About preventing your death-my dead-Felicia's death. We were gonna have kids..

People I knew had kids.

....The guys who got lit on fire by the stranger dolls. Joan? Joan had a teenage son and daughter.

[immunized]

[Marty can tell he's getting manic from the joint.]

You let people you know get "chosen" for your acts of humility?

[coolerwithamerman]

...We don't. have. a. choice.

[He waves a hand and knocks the chips over.]

...No choices. All done half by computer half by divining. Divining confirms what the computer says. computer says Marty Martinski. Chicken confirms it. Always cut open a chicken for the fool.

[immunized]

Alright. Hadley is officially out of it, and leaving cryptic messages in his mania.] Hey, stop tripping.

I get it why you did what you had to do.

[coolerwithamerman]

[stare] What? Bro I'm not tripping. I haven't tripped since fucking...

[He stares at the joint and just-drops it. It's almost gone anyway.]

....FUCK. which shit is this is this your private stash you were talking about or the stuff we bought from your goddamn dealer?!?