[Q & A]
I am Joe's psychotic fugue state.
Tyler Durden, or some incarnation of him, is in the Nexus and dressed like a high end rent boy. This is not new, or surprising in the least. That being said, etcetera, rent boy in this case denotes a pair of snug red leather pants, a wildly furry black overcoat, a white wife beater, and a variety of bulky rings on the fingers of his left hand.
He stalks to the area beneath the sign and stands there with his arms crossed.
"Let's take the most important thing in your life," he says, loudly.
"Now take that thing and let's say I've destroyed it. Whatever it is, it has now been completely annihilated or otherwise wiped from the face of the Earth, never to be seen ever again." Tyler paused to give the Nexus a sweep with his eyes. "If it's your favorite piece of priceless jewelry, I've chucked it into an open volcano. If it's an idea, I've stolen it and used it myself. If it's your significant other? Say I've murdered them, or fucked their brains out and stolen them from you the old fashioned way. Whichever happens to be preferable to you, but the end result is the same. He or she is now long, long gone." He paused again. "It doesn't matter what the thing is; people, ideas, possessions, whatever might be important. All of it, every inch of it, is gone."
He shook something out of his left sleeve, and then continued.
"Assuming all of the former is now true, what would you do? Would you continue to live your life - grieve and move on? Hurt me? Kill me? How would you react?"
He grasped the pack of cigarettes that had been previously lodged in his sleeve, and lit up. "Take all the time you need to answer, and don't hold anything back. I want good ones."
Tyler Durden, or some incarnation of him, is in the Nexus and dressed like a high end rent boy. This is not new, or surprising in the least. That being said, etcetera, rent boy in this case denotes a pair of snug red leather pants, a wildly furry black overcoat, a white wife beater, and a variety of bulky rings on the fingers of his left hand.
He stalks to the area beneath the sign and stands there with his arms crossed.
"Let's take the most important thing in your life," he says, loudly.
"Now take that thing and let's say I've destroyed it. Whatever it is, it has now been completely annihilated or otherwise wiped from the face of the Earth, never to be seen ever again." Tyler paused to give the Nexus a sweep with his eyes. "If it's your favorite piece of priceless jewelry, I've chucked it into an open volcano. If it's an idea, I've stolen it and used it myself. If it's your significant other? Say I've murdered them, or fucked their brains out and stolen them from you the old fashioned way. Whichever happens to be preferable to you, but the end result is the same. He or she is now long, long gone." He paused again. "It doesn't matter what the thing is; people, ideas, possessions, whatever might be important. All of it, every inch of it, is gone."
He shook something out of his left sleeve, and then continued.
"Assuming all of the former is now true, what would you do? Would you continue to live your life - grieve and move on? Hurt me? Kill me? How would you react?"
He grasped the pack of cigarettes that had been previously lodged in his sleeve, and lit up. "Take all the time you need to answer, and don't hold anything back. I want good ones."