[Pokey bites his lip slightly at Dave's 'no'. No, of course Dave wouldn't. The dude was cool as hell; it was part of why Pokey liked the dude so much. He wished he could be as composed as Dave was, instead of just fronting it. Hell, after five years of this crap, he should be able to actually match Dave at being as cool as ice in situations. What a pathetic, weak looking question to ask the dude, and there was no backing out of this now. Not now that he'd thrown the gauntlet.
Hell. Sometimes he thought he saw weakness in Dave. Something that was being exploited but...maybe that was his imagination. His own asshole thoughts running rampant down the dipshit street that was his mind. Dave probably knew what the deal was with Gary and never needed Pokey to tell him; hell, Dave probably secretly had it in lock for the long game. And Pokey almost endangered that shit.
God. What a friggin' scrub he was.]
Yeah. All the time.
I mean. I know no one gets to choose who they are, but when you know you maybe could have been other people - like, not just by chance, you could have been programmed to be someone else, you just. Wonder I guess. ...Why couldn't you be someone else? Why should you have to be hard programmed and locked into being such piece of trash that's only notable skill is poisoning everyone and thing he touches?
[You need to calm down. You've talked with Dave honestly now but this crap has to end right here. You sound like a damn baby and just like a damn baby it's so hard to stop the wailing.]
I mean, like...you just look at people and think "the guy could have programmed me after him or her or that". And you know if he did you and everyone around you would be a thousand times better off for it. Naw. A million.
And even worse is like...you're the one who keeps moving. Everyone else falls behind and might be alive or dead or tortured you don't know but you just keep bouncing from place to place like some ever loving jovial asshole. Everywhere and everyone you left behind might be on fire, but hey you get to survive, you sack of trash, good for you even though you're worthless and crap compared to everyone else you left behind.
[He's trembling now, and just moves a palm to his face to kind of...wipe at it. For a moment.]
Just. All the time. Whether I'm doing bad or trying to do good, there's just a friggin' trail of destruction behind me. And it catches up all those who deserved to survive it and spits my punk ass back out.
I hate it. I could be anyone else, dude. I'd take it.
[He's pathetic. What a damn wimp he is, just blasting this garbage in Dave's ear. Dude isn't going to take him serious anymore after this. And that's no one's fault but his.]
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Hell. Sometimes he thought he saw weakness in Dave. Something that was being exploited but...maybe that was his imagination. His own asshole thoughts running rampant down the dipshit street that was his mind. Dave probably knew what the deal was with Gary and never needed Pokey to tell him; hell, Dave probably secretly had it in lock for the long game. And Pokey almost endangered that shit.
God. What a friggin' scrub he was.]
Yeah. All the time.
I mean. I know no one gets to choose who they are, but when you know you maybe could have been other people - like, not just by chance, you could have been programmed to be someone else, you just. Wonder I guess. ...Why couldn't you be someone else? Why should you have to be hard programmed and locked into being such piece of trash that's only notable skill is poisoning everyone and thing he touches?
[You need to calm down. You've talked with Dave honestly now but this crap has to end right here. You sound like a damn baby and just like a damn baby it's so hard to stop the wailing.]
I mean, like...you just look at people and think "the guy could have programmed me after him or her or that". And you know if he did you and everyone around you would be a thousand times better off for it. Naw. A million.
And even worse is like...you're the one who keeps moving. Everyone else falls behind and might be alive or dead or tortured you don't know but you just keep bouncing from place to place like some ever loving jovial asshole. Everywhere and everyone you left behind might be on fire, but hey you get to survive, you sack of trash, good for you even though you're worthless and crap compared to everyone else you left behind.
[He's trembling now, and just moves a palm to his face to kind of...wipe at it. For a moment.]
Just. All the time. Whether I'm doing bad or trying to do good, there's just a friggin' trail of destruction behind me. And it catches up all those who deserved to survive it and spits my punk ass back out.
I hate it. I could be anyone else, dude. I'd take it.
[He's pathetic. What a damn wimp he is, just blasting this garbage in Dave's ear. Dude isn't going to take him serious anymore after this. And that's no one's fault but his.]