[Does that German-sounding shit mean something he doesn't know of, or is the guy agreeing with the bitch part? Who knows. Dave makes like Elsa and just lets that one go.
He follows the gaze, his own stare safely hidden by tinted plastic. Honestly? He does like a lot of these random people quite a bit. And even the ones he's not especially fond of, well, he still wouldn't wish this situation on anyone. He nods again almost absently.]
Yeah, 'm picking up on that. Any idea how long until we can get out there? I'm kind of dying for an apocalyptic wasteland at this point. Just fuckin' slam dunk my corpse into a pit out there somewhere and call it a funeral, we'll have a whole goddamn corpse pasty to celebrate our escape from corporate hell.
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[Does that German-sounding shit mean something he doesn't know of, or is the guy agreeing with the bitch part? Who knows. Dave makes like Elsa and just lets that one go.
He follows the gaze, his own stare safely hidden by tinted plastic. Honestly? He does like a lot of these random people quite a bit. And even the ones he's not especially fond of, well, he still wouldn't wish this situation on anyone. He nods again almost absently.]
Yeah, 'm picking up on that. Any idea how long until we can get out there? I'm kind of dying for an apocalyptic wasteland at this point. Just fuckin' slam dunk my corpse into a pit out there somewhere and call it a funeral, we'll have a whole goddamn corpse pasty to celebrate our escape from corporate hell.