[ Join this bull... thing... for a meal? Jesse shifts nervously on the spot. Is this actually happening? Is this actually happening? How has he gone from the shithead, directionless life he was leading in Albuquerque, to this? Being asked by a seven foot-tall, mythical looking nightmare if he wants lunch?
One part of his brain is screaming HELL NO, IT'S PROBABLY A TRAP, THIS THING PROBABLY WANTS TO EAT YOU. Another part of his brain that is wildly, morbidly fascinated, dumbstruck with awe, is rapidly overriding logic. And so, as he shifts on the spot again, swallowing back his terror, he finds himself saying, his voice squeaking slightly: ]
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[ Join this bull... thing... for a meal? Jesse shifts nervously on the spot. Is this actually happening? Is this actually happening? How has he gone from the shithead, directionless life he was leading in Albuquerque, to this? Being asked by a seven foot-tall, mythical looking nightmare if he wants lunch?
One part of his brain is screaming HELL NO, IT'S PROBABLY A TRAP, THIS THING PROBABLY WANTS TO EAT YOU. Another part of his brain that is wildly, morbidly fascinated, dumbstruck with awe, is rapidly overriding logic. And so, as he shifts on the spot again, swallowing back his terror, he finds himself saying, his voice squeaking slightly: ]
...O...Okay?