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[mothmansplaining]

....yes, I can do that.

[tetractys]

I APPRECIATE IT, KID...

MAYBE I SHOULD APOLOGIZE, TOO. YOU GOT THE WORST END OF THIS.

[Bill goes up to cup Ford's face, a little bemused.]

YOU DON'T SEEM LIKE YOU'RE TAKING IT THAT HARD, BUT YOU DID EAT BUGS.

[mothmansplaining]

[Ford gives a shrug.]

They're not the most unpleasant thing I've ever eaten.

[Survival on hostile planets means being iron-stomached sometimes! You eat what you gotta and you hope your stomach acid wins!]

[tetractys]

WELL, NOW I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.

... NO, NO, NEVER MIND. I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE THIS CALM. I'M SORRY, KID. I SHOULD HAVE NOTICED SOONER.

[mothmansplaining]

[He puts a hand on Bill's side, reassuring. He really is okay. Bill doesn't have to apologize.]

Ah, that's all right. I figured the Authority hadn't given up on me. Sure, it might take time, but they wouldn't have assigned me a permanent inmate if they planned to get rid of me with a board game.

Plus, I carry all the emergency supplies I need in situations like this in my coat! Just in case.

[wink! he's been ready to leave the Barge at a moment's notice for a year and a half.

he's never telling u about the weird stuff he's had to eat tho]

[tetractys]

YOU'RE RIGHT. AH, DAMN IT. YOU'RE RIGHT.

[Bill looks the coat up and down at the second part.]

I KNOW YOU DO! YOU PROBABLY SPENT MORE TIME OFF EARTH THAN ON IT AT THIS POINT.

[mothmansplaining]

[There's that wigglyhand. Yeah, just about. Thirty-odd years on, thirty-odd years off.

But just because Ford feels the Authority won't let anything too existentially final to happen to him doesn't mean Bill's fear doesn't matter.

He grips Bill's side, where his hand is.]

Don't worry. We're going to get out of here.

[tetractys]

AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET SUCKED INTO A GAME AGAIN! I DON'T CARE IF THEY WANT IT TO HAPPEN. WE'RE GOING TO MAKE IT HARD.

[mothmansplaining]

[Ford looks over at the duct-taped box.]

....want to throw it over the side?

[tetractys]

YEP. ... WAIT, CAN THIS BE USEFUL?

... CAN YOU THINK OF ANY POSSIBLE WAY THIS COULD BE USEFUL.

[Bill can't.]

[mothmansplaining]

[Ford thinks about it a moment.

All potential applications are cancelled out by what a loose cannon this game's effects are. Hard to target anything in particular. A risk just having it around.

He shakes his head.]

[tetractys]

YEAH, ME NEITHER. LET'S PUT IT OVER THE SIDE.

[mothmansplaining]

[He gives Bill a very serious, solemn nod.

They will gather up the box, and hurl it overboard. Rest in pieces, cursed game.]