[And he takes them all from her, sitting right in the empty space on the floor, absorbed in the law texts like a little boy with his favorite fantasy novel. He flips through a few pages of each case, tosses the book aside and reaches for the next one Mia's placed.
He's mumbling about the years. The years are where the logic fails. Until he remembers:]
....wait. Didn't you say that these also dictate a future where we have avian overlords?
[And pickles??]
How could you possibly take any of this for fact?
[How could he have POSSIBLY been this taken with the concept of reading his own surname hyphenated with Mia's? Enough to forget his laughing fit over replacing republicans with reptiles?]
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He's mumbling about the years. The years are where the logic fails. Until he remembers:]
....wait. Didn't you say that these also dictate a future where we have avian overlords?
[And pickles??]
How could you possibly take any of this for fact?
[How could he have POSSIBLY been this taken with the concept of reading his own surname hyphenated with Mia's? Enough to forget his laughing fit over replacing republicans with reptiles?]