[That's-- well. That old saying "you can't bullshit a bullshitter" is a lie. You can, it just takes effort, and this gentleman has just done it in a manner of minutes by a couple orders of magnitude. Has he heard of the role model for maladjusted goth kids who don't know any better? Well...]
Just a little.
[A moment of silence to let that sink in. His mouth starts to form the opening chorus line of "oh my god, sound the crazy person alarm, what was in this wine?" But something seems to occur to him at the last second. A weary sort of resignation settles in.
Why even bother? The universe, she is a strange beast. He drains the last of his glass, and by the time he sets it down seems to have accepted this state of affairs.]
This actually shouldn't surprise me. [Sin like a motherfucker your entire life, end up sitting next to Satan in a bar. If that's not karma, what is?] I'm Eliot. I always thought you'd be blonder. Blond hair, blue eyes, an Aryan race kind of thing.
no subject
Just a little.
[A moment of silence to let that sink in. His mouth starts to form the opening chorus line of "oh my god, sound the crazy person alarm, what was in this wine?" But something seems to occur to him at the last second. A weary sort of resignation settles in.
Why even bother? The universe, she is a strange beast. He drains the last of his glass, and by the time he sets it down seems to have accepted this state of affairs.]
This actually shouldn't surprise me. [Sin like a motherfucker your entire life, end up sitting next to Satan in a bar. If that's not karma, what is?] I'm Eliot. I always thought you'd be blonder. Blond hair, blue eyes, an Aryan race kind of thing.