This time, Ford doesn't laugh. Years ago, when life hadn't yet kicked him down a flight of stairs, he would have giggled like the child he had been and then punched Stan in the arm for interrupting right when they were about to get to the best part.

Only, he's not so young anymore, not so bright eyed, and the part he's about to get to is hardly what he would consider "the best."

"The kind that inspired the Eye of Providence, actually." He replies dryly, before forcing a weak little smile for Stan's benefit. He might not be able to laugh for him, but he can at least do this.

"...And yes, you really should be picturing a cycloptic triangle right now. I'm not just saying that to be cute."