Brody listened, scratching at the stubble on his face. Guy had a point. He'd been hit by a truck that night, the night that started all this, and all that had happened was him bouncing a few hundred yards in the opposite direction. He had never really stopped to process that, beyond how weird it had been that he'd, well, bounced. Never stopped to think that he really should've ended up in the ground that night...
Brody looked around a little, "Sorry to hear that, Dolemeck. Really, I am. And, I think I get at least a little of what you mean," Brody still wasn't entirely sold on optimism and mutation, "But I gotta ask, just to be sure...'daft' means 'dumb', right?"
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Date: 2014-11-26 08:26 am (UTC)Brody looked around a little, "Sorry to hear that, Dolemeck. Really, I am. And, I think I get at least a little of what you mean," Brody still wasn't entirely sold on optimism and mutation, "But I gotta ask, just to be sure...'daft' means 'dumb', right?"