carver: they are weak and we are strong. it's why it falls to people like us to lead them to safety.
clem: ok boomer.
The evil has been defeated...
carver: they are weak and we are strong. it's why it falls to people like us to lead them to safety.
clem: ok boomer.
The evil has been defeated...
It would be…
to not
PISS ME OFF
*HAL voice* just what do you think you’re doing, Bill?
punching you tbh
off to get mah berries
“Well they WERE a surprise for SOMEBODY but I guess the cat’s outta the bag on that one now thanks PHIL.”
nooooooo berries nooooooooo
"I leave the office for two FUCKING minutes Bill. "
bill who is this farmboy why are you talking to him so much?? what does he have that i don't huh?? is it a functioning left eyeball??? is that what you look for in a man bill??
Oh no he’s on to me.
ur words aren’t band-aids bill
ur words cant fix my wayward heart
but phil.
phil.
wanna take over a prison phil?
“ABORT ABORT HIDE THE MACHETE SHAPED BERRIES”
“Wait wait wait what’s this about berries.”
bill who is this farmboy why are you talking to him so much?? what does he have that i don't huh?? is it a functioning left eyeball??? is that what you look for in a man bill??
Oh no he’s on to me.
well then, i guess today’s the day that bitches die
ok phil I sorry
“Eagle One to Golden Retriever. He’s on to us.”
bill who is this farmboy why are you talking to him so much?? what does he have that i don't huh?? is it a functioning left eyeball??? is that what you look for in a man bill??
Oh no he’s on to me.
❝………❞
Shit—-
Satisfaction flickered across his face in light of her silence, a spark in his eye, a twitch of the muscles around his mouth - no more.
"Just you? I seem to remember you had a few folks with you when you head out."
"Not another move, motherfucker, I will fuckin’ end you—”
"…B- B i l l …?”
"It's good to see you, Troy."
His hands remained loosely at his sides, neither threatening nor submissive. His tone remained even, as though ignorant to the gun and all the promise held in the finger on the trigger. "Wasn't sure any of us made it."
❝… No— no fucking—❞
❝You’re supposed to be dead!❞
"You're a smart woman, Rebecca."
"You should know by now. These days? 'Dead' is a relative term." A smile, slow and sinuous.
"So. Boy, or girl?"
"It's been a long time."
"How have you been?"
Ahem, Carver—I mean, Alvin Junior.