My brain has chosen to plague me with this imaginary conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley. So I'm passing it on to you.
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It's evening. They're seated at the small table in the rear of the bookshop, drinking.
"Crowley? Might I ask you to interpret a phrase I heard earlier?"
"Sure. Wot? Was it in French or something?"
"No. I was out for my morning constitutional in St. James Park. I stopped to feed the ducks, frozen peas of course, darling. When two young ladies, walking hand-in-hand, passed by. One of them said to the other 'when we get home, I'm going to jump your bones'."
*Crowley coughs and sputters, choking on his drink*
"Only, it sounded rather violent, but it was said with such a-affection. I found it quite confusing."
*Crowley, wiping his mouth and finding his composure* "Angel, they were suggesting the two of them get frisky we they got home. Humans... very indirect creatures..."
"Oh... Oh! It was code for 'sexual congress'? Oh, how lovely. I do hope it went well. They were quite handsome together."
"Well, once every 4 weeks or so, when I have had to resort to wearing rags for knickers and a date night push-up bra, I take 7-10 loads of washing to the laundromat and wash and dry it all in the big machines."
"...does that actually help in the long term?"
"Look, you asked how I dealt with it, not how I solved it, and I don't think I like your tone Imaginary Interlocutor.'
My brother-in-law has a Thing where he gives me increasingly rare copies of The Bee Movie and it’s long since gone from “Goofy running gag” to “I don’t know how much money he’s willing to commit to this bit and it Scares Me.”
I know it’s not entirely uncommon for people to imagine potential conversions with people you know you’re almost certainly never going to have, but want to be prepared for, just in case.
My question is: Do you ever smile irl at something you or the other person imaginarily said that was funny and someone around you irl asks why and you have to lie about it so they don’t think you’re crazy?
Red Hood: Okay you little shit. Give me three reasons why I shouldn't fucking shoot you right now?
Danny: I only need one. You would miss.
Red Hood: I would miss. At point blank? You fucking serious?
Danny: Yup, point blank doesn't matter. You would still miss.
Red Hood was very tempted. His gun was loaded with rubber bullets. The worst the kid would get would be a big and ugly bruise right on the forehead. Like the once he gave his brothers when they were especially annoying, mostly Dick thou. That would teach this little shit of an overconfident teenager a lesson.
Danny just got separated from his class during the school trip and wandered into Crime Alley, interrupting a drug deal and getting then discovered by the local Crime Lord after he beat up the bad guys. Really, he had just wanted to buy a shake real quick.
[After they talk about Pac's debt to the Pancake Mafia, and Pac warns her about Sir Reaper]
Bagi: I think you're the one that needs to be careful, because soon you might lose your other leg.
Pac: N-no! NO! Please don't! Stop- stop! STOP TALKING LIKE YOUR BROTHER!
Bagi: [Laughs]
Pac: I'll pay you– I'm going to pay you!
I want to give a MASSIVE thank you to @wasabi-ribs, who was kind enough to check my translations and help me with the parts I missed (and also reviewed the final subtitled video)!
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Bagi: Pac, pay the rent!
Pac: I'm going to pay! Hey- I'm going to pay right this second, the money that I owe you, and... and I'm- I'm serious! And look, if you want- if you have more money... If I pay your 4,500, will you lend me 4,500? No, then I'll actually drown in fees. [Laughs]
Bagi: [Laughs] I'll lend you, I'll lend you
Pac: No, not really Bagi. You've got those red eyes– I'm scared, Bagi. I don't know– I don't know what happened, actually it's an eye infection, I know– But something tells me it's not just an eye infection, that it's also some other things, you know? Like, um... y'know, right? [He fumbles again] Oh God wait, your brother– when he had those red eyes he would also turn evil. Nonononono– I'll pay you, ok? Where's the waystone? It's here, it's here, it's here– I'll pay you, ok? I'll pay the 4,500- we're gonna–
Bagi: I'll be waiting.
Pac: No no, oh- just– Just let me walk, my God, I love walking– OH, WALKING IS SO GOOD – [Pac teleports] I'll pay her.
[Bagi follows him moments after]
Pac: [Pac mumbles to himself as he begins transferring money to Bagi] 4,500... I need to pay her 4,500...
I had an interesting conversation today about gender and identity with a cis man who happened to have scars that looked like top surgery scars. He said "they're not from as noble a battle wound as top surgery" and I just keep thinking about how badass that makes trans mascs sound (and he's right, y’all are badass)
My mind gets loud, no matter what you say, I won’t hear a thing. When my thoughts slow down and I’m able to talk, I second guess every move I make. It never really stops, you see, I’m always stuck in my head.