Stan's eating slows and his eyebrows rise as he watches his brother think it over. "Been a while, huh?"
He frowns, sets what's left of his burger down, and starts giving some serious attention to setting up a french fry fort in the middle of his plate. He's building the walls first, see, picking out the crunchy ones and laying 'em straight on top of each other, and so his words are very, very casual. If they weren't casual, would he be so focused on this? That's right. "You might not wanna' make that call while I'm around. I mean, I wouldn't want to, to, uh..."
He shrugs, a big, jerking movement, and frowns a little deeper when one of the fry-walls collapses. "Aw, man."
"That's okay," he mutters, hunching over his plate to better pick out a few sturdier fries. "Gentlemen, we can rebuild it. We have the technology."
Because, obviously, Stan's little project is the only thing important happening, here. And he can fix that. So that's okay.
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He frowns, sets what's left of his burger down, and starts giving some serious attention to setting up a french fry fort in the middle of his plate. He's building the walls first, see, picking out the crunchy ones and laying 'em straight on top of each other, and so his words are very, very casual. If they weren't casual, would he be so focused on this? That's right. "You might not wanna' make that call while I'm around. I mean, I wouldn't want to, to, uh..."
He shrugs, a big, jerking movement, and frowns a little deeper when one of the fry-walls collapses. "Aw, man."
"That's okay," he mutters, hunching over his plate to better pick out a few sturdier fries. "Gentlemen, we can rebuild it. We have the technology."
Because, obviously, Stan's little project is the only thing important happening, here. And he can fix that. So that's okay.