[To lie down on the bathroom floor for an hour or two maybe, he doesn't say.
At least the more he's watching it, the more the shock of it wears off. Or maybe it's his brain insisting this is special effects or something. Could be that. Frankly, if it is, he doesn't care; he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth when the gift is not wanting to vomit.
And she's still pushing his buttons, of course. That's distracting. He crosses his arms over his chest, slumped up against the double doors and glowering.]
I was lookin' for a way outta here, but looks like this is a dead end.
—I mean for real, that wasn't a shitty joke!
[Unless it was a good joke, and then it was on purpose.]
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At least the more he's watching it, the more the shock of it wears off. Or maybe it's his brain insisting this is special effects or something. Could be that. Frankly, if it is, he doesn't care; he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth when the gift is not wanting to vomit.
And she's still pushing his buttons, of course. That's distracting. He crosses his arms over his chest, slumped up against the double doors and glowering.]
I was lookin' for a way outta here, but looks like this is a dead end.
—I mean for real, that wasn't a shitty joke!
[Unless it was a good joke, and then it was on purpose.]