Your moment of zen.
Shawn: Dude, that rock is sprayed with arterial red. [runs up steps]
Gus: Maybe it's roadkill. Taste it.
Shawn: [stops, turns around] Dude, what is that about?
Gus: What?
Shawn: My whole life, you've been trying to get me to taste blood. Every time I cut myself or scrape myself it was "uh, Shawn, taste it, lick it, it'll make you feel better."
Gus: It does. Lick it.
There is NO LEVEL on which this dialogue does not confuse me.
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Gus: Maybe it's roadkill. Taste it.
Shawn: [stops, turns around] Dude, what is that about?
Gus: What?
Shawn: My whole life, you've been trying to get me to taste blood. Every time I cut myself or scrape myself it was "uh, Shawn, taste it, lick it, it'll make you feel better."
Gus: It does. Lick it.
There is NO LEVEL on which this dialogue does not confuse me.
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