[He knew what that meant, he just didn't want to believe it. Vegan. No burgers. No steaks. Tucker made A Face, something akin to bother disappointed and horrified, and secretly wondered if Donut was in charge of everything here. Hell. ]
Okay, rethinking this hero thing.
[But the internet...Well, that was bonus. A big bonus. If it was amazing and it was fast and crystal clear pictures of amateur por--]
No parental locks, right? [Because what was worse than an open internet and not being able to use it in the ways he wanted to? It was like that Twilight Zone episode of that guy with the glasses and all the books he couldn't read now, and Tucker was having none of that.
But vegans and internet and ...nice people. That's what he got himself into, surrounded himself with, couldn't exactly escape from. Nice people. This was going to be a weird change of pace because they weren't used to nice people; they were used to assholes like each other, but they made it work. Well, mostly.
Until...until they stopped making it work.]
When aren't we saving the goddamn universe? [Which, it wasn't ever that scale, just planets and wrecking projects mostly, but the weight sure made it feel that way. Tucker rubbed his hands over his face again.] Fine, fine, sure. We help save the universe and then we go home.
[He made it a point. We. All of us. Come on, Grif. Don't do it to him again.]
If the internet's as good as you say it is, I'm game.
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[He knew what that meant, he just didn't want to believe it. Vegan. No burgers. No steaks. Tucker made A Face, something akin to bother disappointed and horrified, and secretly wondered if Donut was in charge of everything here. Hell. ]
Okay, rethinking this hero thing.
[But the internet...Well, that was bonus. A big bonus. If it was amazing and it was fast and crystal clear pictures of amateur por--]
No parental locks, right? [Because what was worse than an open internet and not being able to use it in the ways he wanted to? It was like that Twilight Zone episode of that guy with the glasses and all the books he couldn't read now, and Tucker was having none of that.
But vegans and internet and ...nice people. That's what he got himself into, surrounded himself with, couldn't exactly escape from. Nice people. This was going to be a weird change of pace because they weren't used to nice people; they were used to assholes like each other, but they made it work. Well, mostly.
Until...until they stopped making it work.]
When aren't we saving the goddamn universe? [Which, it wasn't ever that scale, just planets and wrecking projects mostly, but the weight sure made it feel that way. Tucker rubbed his hands over his face again.] Fine, fine, sure. We help save the universe and then we go home.
[He made it a point. We. All of us. Come on, Grif. Don't do it to him again.]
If the internet's as good as you say it is, I'm game.