[Stan makes even more of a face and shakes his head, since he can't exactly talk with this stuff in his mouth. He wants to argue SO BAD.
After a good thirty seconds (is that even long enough? He has no idea) he spits it out in the bug bucket.]
That's dumb! Isn't this stupid thing supposed to just be about lying?! If I don't think it hurts that bad, ain't that my truth? What, does the flood think I'm just ly--
[Oh, he doesn't like that thought. He can feel his foot hovering over the metaphorical landmine that brings up, but that's probably it, isn't it? Because it's a flood and it's gonna be whatever the worst thing is, and it's the worst thing he's thought of so far.
He takes the only way he can think of out of finishing that sentence. He doesn't elaborate or explain - he just decides he wasn't done gargling and takes another swig from the water bottle.]
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After a good thirty seconds (is that even long enough? He has no idea) he spits it out in the bug bucket.]
That's dumb! Isn't this stupid thing supposed to just be about lying?! If I don't think it hurts that bad, ain't that my truth? What, does the flood think I'm just ly--
[Oh, he doesn't like that thought. He can feel his foot hovering over the metaphorical landmine that brings up, but that's probably it, isn't it? Because it's a flood and it's gonna be whatever the worst thing is, and it's the worst thing he's thought of so far.
He takes the only way he can think of out of finishing that sentence. He doesn't elaborate or explain - he just decides he wasn't done gargling and takes another swig from the water bottle.]