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practice by now.” Wayne grinned. “Oh, is that how it works? ’Cuz in my experience, marryin’ is the one thing people seem to get worse at the more they do it. Well, that and bein’ alive.”
Because people were people, and if there was one thing you could count on, it was that some of them would be weird. Or rather that all of them would be weird when circumstances happened to align with their own individual brand of insanity.
How did they decide what was valuable? Did they all just gather together, sit around in their suits and gowns, and say, “Oi. Let’s start eatin’ fish eggs, and make the stuff real expensive. That’ll rust their brains, it will.” Then they’d have a nice round of rich folks’ laughter and throw some servants off the top of a building to see what kind of splats they’d make when they hit.
Leave them to their discussing and their arguing and their creepy immortal bunnies. He had things that needed to be done. Well, one thing at least. Wayne had a quest.
“A man doesn’t have to like his duty. He just has to do it.”
The law is there to keep us from ruining everyone else’s ability to explore. Without law, there’s no freedom. That’s why I am what I am.”
“Liquor,” Wayne said. “Would you care to be a little more specific, sir?” “Lots of liquor.”
Waxillium grinned, folding his arms. “Wayne would say it’s because I’m brilliant.” “Wayne has the mental capacity of a fruit fly,” Steris said. “In comparison to him, anyone is brilliant. I . . .”
The bandit stared down in confusion. Wax Pushed, shoving the sphere into a batch of trees, engaging its hooks. “I believe this is your stop.”
“Wayne?” he hissed. “Are you up there?” A moment later, the engineer’s unconscious face appeared over the side of the catwalk, eyes closed. “Of course he’s up here,” Wayne said from up above, imitating the voice of the unfortunate engineer and wiggling the head like a puppet’s. “You just tossed that bloke up here, mate! You’ve forgotten already? Memory loss. You must be gettin’ real old.”
Channelling "Weekend at Bernie's" here I see
I’m wondering if every person I pass has similar depths, and if there’s any way to avoid the mistake of judging them so shallowly that I’m rocked when they show their true complexity. You?”
