[ Dave's pretty damn sure that the world existed before the whole sitting on the couch and listening to some ominous af knocking, but the way he snaps to attention at the sound of the first knock sure makes it seem uncertain. What the fuck was he doing before this? Try again later goes the magic eight ball of his life, which is real fucking unhelpful. He'd like to register a complaint with the manager. Except the manager is him and his swiss cheese memory. Usually it's not quite this bad, though. Losing time is a new one.
Okay, okay, that's not true. But it sure hasn't happened in years — not since way before The Game. Not his favorite familiar feeling, ngl.
The voice that grabs him right out of that uneasy funk of searching for some contest is familiar — almost. Enough that he looks over and, without thinking, says: ]
Dunno, dude, you sure the play here isn't to go for the running dive out the back window? [ A beat. ] Oh, hey, Robo-Dirk.
please wait...
Okay, okay, that's not true. But it sure hasn't happened in years — not since way before The Game. Not his favorite familiar feeling, ngl.
The voice that grabs him right out of that uneasy funk of searching for some contest is familiar — almost. Enough that he looks over and, without thinking, says: ]
Dunno, dude, you sure the play here isn't to go for the running dive out the back window? [ A beat. ] Oh, hey, Robo-Dirk.