The Master of Misfit Toys

“Permission to enter the General’s office, sir.”

“Granted.  At ease, Walt.  What’s on your mind?”

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Believer – Scene 5e

{Note:  I am working on a better name for the establishment in question than what is below; that’s just a placeholder that’s sort of okay but not quite what I’m looking for.}

Within a college town of any sizeable population—including those which are more “cities” than “towns” in the first place—the demographics of commercial establishments are considerably skewed, as well as the potential profit margins.  Coffee shops are viable enterprises.  Thrift stores flourish.  Bars and liquor vendors are plentiful.  Fast food is abundant.  Convenience stores may charge exceedingly excessive prices the closer they are to within viable walking distance of the campus.

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Believer – Scene 5d

The three faux warriors bump along the pitted concrete to better-paved roads as they return to a more firm semblance of civilization.  Luke does a good job of “driving the car” for the majority of the rest of the trip, having quickly remembered that women enjoy talking and do not enjoy interruptions, or at least he assumes they don’t.  The women in question do indeed talk, their conversation taking a winding road across a mountain range of loosely-associated topics:  the legitimacy of pink guns, why pink is a girl’s color, whether action movies’ appeal are in decline or if they never had appeal to begin with, the best romantic comedy of all time, the best romantic drama of all time, harlequin novels, harlequin dolls, and whether or not the restaurant will still have any of the special cheese bread left this late in the afternoon.

Believer Scrap 6 (Full)

Why do people get all bent out of shape about all these sorts of things?  Like, I was talking to my girlfriend online this morning.  And by the way, why is that a word that isn’t confusing as I think it should be?  ‘Cause, girlfriend, you know, I’m a girl, so linguistically that makes me a lesbian, right?  Except it doesn’t, because she’s a girl, who is a friend, and that’s “allowed” and people know what it means, but if I was a guy and said the same exact thing you’d think I was in denial about the relationship or something, right?  And if I wanted to be pigmentist I could say that if black girls say “girlfriend”, well, you just know what that means; it’s ebonics, or something like that.  And yet if a guy calls another guy his boyfriend that makes him gay for some reason, even though he’s doing the same thing I just did and I can get away with it but he can’t?  Maybe it’s because they’re supposed to use bro instead, because that makes sense here since they’re not actually brothers.  Or broseph; that’s a word today, right?

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Believer Scrap 6a

Why do people get all bent out of shape about all these sorts of things?  Like, I was talking to my girlfriend online this morning.  And by the way, why is that a word that isn’t confusing as I think it should be?  ‘Cause, girlfriend, you know, I’m a girl, so linguistically that makes me a lesbian, right?  Except it doesn’t, because she’s a girl, who is a friend, and that’s “allowed” and people know what it means, but if I was a guy and said the same exact thing you’d think I was in denial about the relationship or something, right?  And if I wanted to be pigmentist I could say that if black girls say “girlfriend”, well, you just know what that means; it’s ebonics, or something like that.  And yet if a guy calls another guy his boyfriend that makes him gay for some reason, even though he’s doing the same thing I just did and I can get away with it but he can’t?  Maybe it’s because they’re supposed to use bro instead, because that makes sense here since they’re not actually brothers.  Or broseph; that’s a word today, right?

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