What kind of bullshit horse are you? I thought unicorns were supposed to be muscular and badass, not like weird toothpick ponies.
[Mac didn't understand the assignment. That's not a new problem for him, nor one that particularly upsets him. He's made quite a decent life out of only semi-comprehending the demands the world sets on him and then haphazardly reacting. He likes to claim that it's because he's an instinctive, natural success story.
Point is, the people here told him something about emotional vulnerability, and Mac basically deflected that task as if it were a bullet off the Pope's fancy car because he doesn't do emotional vulnerability, which is for pussies. As such, the entirety of the job kind of just zipped right out of his brain and into the garbage, which is, in his opinion, where it belongs.
Which is why he's in the woods and, rather than baring his soul, is basically just barking insults at these dumb unicorns, who are occasionally peeking out of the woods but certainly not getting close enough to lasso. Not that his lassoing is particularly impressive; he's tangled his own ankles twice, smacked himself in the face with a knot, and gotten the rope stuck in several branches. At this point he's definitely spent more time recovering his materials than catching anything.]
Yeah, run away. Whatever, dude, it's not my fault you're intimidated around anyone except virgins.
[He follows his heart, and his heart says to throw a rock at the stupid retreating unicorn, which he does. It crashes through some brush and he realizes that was probably the only good rock in this particular clearing, and when he chases after it he runs across Kevin. He lights up.]
Oh, hey, you've kind of got shit self-esteem. Want to help me out here?
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[Mac didn't understand the assignment. That's not a new problem for him, nor one that particularly upsets him. He's made quite a decent life out of only semi-comprehending the demands the world sets on him and then haphazardly reacting. He likes to claim that it's because he's an instinctive, natural success story.
Point is, the people here told him something about emotional vulnerability, and Mac basically deflected that task as if it were a bullet off the Pope's fancy car because he doesn't do emotional vulnerability, which is for pussies. As such, the entirety of the job kind of just zipped right out of his brain and into the garbage, which is, in his opinion, where it belongs.
Which is why he's in the woods and, rather than baring his soul, is basically just barking insults at these dumb unicorns, who are occasionally peeking out of the woods but certainly not getting close enough to lasso. Not that his lassoing is particularly impressive; he's tangled his own ankles twice, smacked himself in the face with a knot, and gotten the rope stuck in several branches. At this point he's definitely spent more time recovering his materials than catching anything.]
Yeah, run away. Whatever, dude, it's not my fault you're intimidated around anyone except virgins.
[He follows his heart, and his heart says to throw a rock at the stupid retreating unicorn, which he does. It crashes through some brush and he realizes that was probably the only good rock in this particular clearing, and when he chases after it he runs across Kevin. He lights up.]
Oh, hey, you've kind of got shit self-esteem. Want to help me out here?