"Dunno." That note in his brother's voice, whatever it is, doesn't make a dent in him, Stan doesn't even seem like he notices it. Does it matter? What matters is getting to feel, for a while, like he's talking to Ford, what matters is hearing the name, and hearing that name called out to him in that voice makes something in Stan's face go all soft, it makes the cuts on his lips stretch and pull when he smiles, warm and fond, at his brother.
"Guess I could guess, if I wanted. But uh, you don't really say no when a guy like that decides to get generous, you know? Besides, uh, you used to know Stan Pines, didn't you? Did he ever say no to a free sample, even back then? And when they uh, when they, then they put another one in my pocket. A goin' away present. Haha. So uh, I guess what the hell this is is kind of a joke. They thought it was, anyway, I guess they thought bein' high'd keep me from gettin' out." His laugh then is a real one, quiet but real, and satisfied.
"Been doin' okay so far, right? I mean, I don't need to be all compos mentis or whatever, I got this far with just-" With just that friendly hallucination helping him out, doing things no hallucination should be able to do, and he makes a face, looks kind of barfy and the hand not holding that pill near his knees curls itself up around his stomach.
"Um... Where was I goin' with that? Shit, my head. Okay, uh, wouldn't it be funny, though? If that dickhole's joke ended up bein' what made all this worth it? Hey, you go to the john while you were in there, Ford? You might end up wishin' you had, I don't know if golden boy Stanford Filbrick Pines," and he says the name with relish, really tastes it coming out, and that one combo of letters feels good to hear, kind of warm and kind of awful like it always does whenever he finds another one of those opportunities to hear it, "ever had to drive a quick getaway with a full bladder but uh, it ain't gonna' do your upholstery no favors, you know what I mean?"
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"Guess I could guess, if I wanted. But uh, you don't really say no when a guy like that decides to get generous, you know? Besides, uh, you used to know Stan Pines, didn't you? Did he ever say no to a free sample, even back then? And when they uh, when they, then they put another one in my pocket. A goin' away present. Haha. So uh, I guess what the hell this is is kind of a joke. They thought it was, anyway, I guess they thought bein' high'd keep me from gettin' out." His laugh then is a real one, quiet but real, and satisfied.
"Been doin' okay so far, right? I mean, I don't need to be all compos mentis or whatever, I got this far with just-" With just that friendly hallucination helping him out, doing things no hallucination should be able to do, and he makes a face, looks kind of barfy and the hand not holding that pill near his knees curls itself up around his stomach.
"Um... Where was I goin' with that? Shit, my head. Okay, uh, wouldn't it be funny, though? If that dickhole's joke ended up bein' what made all this worth it? Hey, you go to the john while you were in there, Ford? You might end up wishin' you had, I don't know if golden boy Stanford Filbrick Pines," and he says the name with relish, really tastes it coming out, and that one combo of letters feels good to hear, kind of warm and kind of awful like it always does whenever he finds another one of those opportunities to hear it, "ever had to drive a quick getaway with a full bladder but uh, it ain't gonna' do your upholstery no favors, you know what I mean?"