"I have more important things to worry about than keeping house, Stanley."
What those things are, exactly, he doesn't elaborate on. They must be pretty serious, though, if the state of his home is any indication.
There are papers scattered along the floors, and most of the furniture appears to be askew. Drawers are left half open, objects have been knocked off tables, and there are several piles of boxes and other miscellaneous items which have been covered haphazardly with tarps. If he looks closely, Stan might notice a few things obscured by the darkness - strange symbols, jars and vials filled with questionable substances, and a few stuffed and mounted creatures that look like an insane taxidermist's attempt at creating a chimera.
If he minds the complete and utter disarray, Ford doesn't show it. He simply continues leading his brother through his home until they reach their destination. Shouldering past his bedroom door, Ford waves Stan in and quickly shuts the door behind them. He sets his crossbow down on a nearby cabinet, next to a drink-mixer and a glass decanter that is...tellingly empty.
"Look, Stan." He begins quietly, without any of the hostility from before. "What I'm about to tell you... it's something you're not going to believe."
He holds up a hand to preemptively halt any protest his brother might be thinking of making, before continuing.
"But after I tell you, regardless if you believe me or not, you have to leave. Got it?"
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What those things are, exactly, he doesn't elaborate on. They must be pretty serious, though, if the state of his home is any indication.
There are papers scattered along the floors, and most of the furniture appears to be askew. Drawers are left half open, objects have been knocked off tables, and there are several piles of boxes and other miscellaneous items which have been covered haphazardly with tarps. If he looks closely, Stan might notice a few things obscured by the darkness - strange symbols, jars and vials filled with questionable substances, and a few stuffed and mounted creatures that look like an insane taxidermist's attempt at creating a chimera.
If he minds the complete and utter disarray, Ford doesn't show it. He simply continues leading his brother through his home until they reach their destination. Shouldering past his bedroom door, Ford waves Stan in and quickly shuts the door behind them. He sets his crossbow down on a nearby cabinet, next to a drink-mixer and a glass decanter that is...tellingly empty.
"Look, Stan." He begins quietly, without any of the hostility from before. "What I'm about to tell you... it's something you're not going to believe."
He holds up a hand to preemptively halt any protest his brother might be thinking of making, before continuing.
"But after I tell you, regardless if you believe me or not, you have to leave. Got it?"