TO: EVERYONEweedyshyguyAugust 7 2010, 05:47:24 UTC
Bret wasn't armed-- well, not anymore. He'd actually been quite insistent that the Terminator take his weapon back as soon as the business with the monsters was over and they were (as far as anyone could tell) safe in the city. He had no interest in violence, really, even if guns were kind of cool in films. Given the choice between fighting and running, he'd only chosen fighting when he had a gang to back him up. Otherwise he'd run, leaving people like Jemaine to fend for themselves.
It was shameful to admit, but he was a coward. And here he didn't even have Jemaine to leave behind. He was a coward and he was alone. How depressing.
At least he had the giant to dwell on. It was...an awfully big thing to dwell on. Or behind, as it were. Bret surveyed the scene with open-mouthed shock, his brain still doing it's best to convince itself that none of this was real. Because there was just-- there was no way, right?
In his mind, his rational side sounded like a mixture of Jemaine and his mum-- specifically, his mum when he'd been small. When he'd been so thoroughly convinced that magical things could be really real. He'd more or less eliminated these tendencies after numerous incidents of scolding (usually over his unicorn traps and insistence that he was a wizard that one time at the supermarket) but they still managed to leak through into his more superstitious thinking as an adult-- which was where Jemaine came into it.
Anyway, his rational Jemaine-Mum was telling him that he must've gone crazy because science said none of this could be real. When people found giant skulls forever and ever ago, they were really elephant skulls. And this guy, well, he wasn't an elephant, but he probably wasn't there anyway because Bret had just gone crazy, right?
It was shameful to admit, but he was a coward. And here he didn't even have Jemaine to leave behind. He was a coward and he was alone. How depressing.
At least he had the giant to dwell on. It was...an awfully big thing to dwell on. Or behind, as it were. Bret surveyed the scene with open-mouthed shock, his brain still doing it's best to convince itself that none of this was real. Because there was just-- there was no way, right?
In his mind, his rational side sounded like a mixture of Jemaine and his mum-- specifically, his mum when he'd been small. When he'd been so thoroughly convinced that magical things could be really real. He'd more or less eliminated these tendencies after numerous incidents of scolding (usually over his unicorn traps and insistence that he was a wizard that one time at the supermarket) but they still managed to leak through into his more superstitious thinking as an adult-- which was where Jemaine came into it.
Anyway, his rational Jemaine-Mum was telling him that he must've gone crazy because science said none of this could be real. When people found giant skulls forever and ever ago, they were really elephant skulls. And this guy, well, he wasn't an elephant, but he probably wasn't there anyway because Bret had just gone crazy, right?
At least he knew he wasn't high.
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