Ford takes the thwap to his chest in stride, accepting it as his due for being the first to hit Stan in the first place. Of course, once Susan turns her back Ford gives into the childish urge to shove Stan with his shoulder then pretend like he didn't do anything, because war has officially been declared.
"I've got to get back on God's good side somehow." He jokes, with a shrug. "After nearly ending the world among other things, I don't think he's very happy with me right now."
Ford settles back, making himself comfortable. He lets his head drop against the backrest, his shoulders drooping as his eyes fall shut, intent on giving themselves a little rest. It's been a long day, and now that they finally have a moment to just sit and breathe, it's finally catching up with him.
"...I really hope I don't have to tell you I was being facetious just now." He adds as an afterthought, just in case Stan somehow got it in his head that his brother was being serious.
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"I've got to get back on God's good side somehow." He jokes, with a shrug. "After nearly ending the world among other things, I don't think he's very happy with me right now."
Ford settles back, making himself comfortable. He lets his head drop against the backrest, his shoulders drooping as his eyes fall shut, intent on giving themselves a little rest. It's been a long day, and now that they finally have a moment to just sit and breathe, it's finally catching up with him.
"...I really hope I don't have to tell you I was being facetious just now." He adds as an afterthought, just in case Stan somehow got it in his head that his brother was being serious.