He had known going into this that Stan wouldn't be asking any easy questions, but even so, Ford hadn't expected him to hit him with such a hard one right off the bat. Dragging in a deep breath, Ford mulls over the question for a moment, before breathing out a hard sigh.
"About six years ago."
He doesn't look at Stan when he says it, he doesn't dare to. He just keeps his eyes fixed on the far wall, and pretends that keeping his attention focused on it helps him think.
"Six and a half, give or take a few...look, the exact number isn't important. The point is, ever since I moved here to Gravity Falls, my eyes have been opened to a world no one else has even noticed. I know it's hard to believe, but right here, right now, we are living alongside things that--things that don't belong in our reality."
He reaches up to try to smooth down his hair a bit, figuring it couldn't hurt to neaten himself up a little. Maybe looking less disheveled would help make him look more credible, instead of like a deranged lunatic.
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"About six years ago."
He doesn't look at Stan when he says it, he doesn't dare to. He just keeps his eyes fixed on the far wall, and pretends that keeping his attention focused on it helps him think.
"Six and a half, give or take a few...look, the exact number isn't important. The point is, ever since I moved here to Gravity Falls, my eyes have been opened to a world no one else has even noticed. I know it's hard to believe, but right here, right now, we are living alongside things that--things that don't belong in our reality."
He reaches up to try to smooth down his hair a bit, figuring it couldn't hurt to neaten himself up a little. Maybe looking less disheveled would help make him look more credible, instead of like a deranged lunatic.