At length, Dean's hands come up a few seconds before he actually finds words, gesticulating silently with his palms up; hang on, just- one second. )
Let me- okay. Let me pitch you a hypothetical.
( A pause with an arched eyebrow that sort of reads are you with me on this? )
Let's say- hypothetically- a Sandskid were to burst out of the ground over there and start eating people. Paint me a word picture on what you'd do with that spoon.
( As near as he can figure, it's either going to be the most lame thing he's ever heard, or the most absolute badass — like some kind of one punch of death mystical Monk crap. )
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At length, Dean's hands come up a few seconds before he actually finds words, gesticulating silently with his palms up; hang on, just- one second. )
Let me- okay. Let me pitch you a hypothetical.
( A pause with an arched eyebrow that sort of reads are you with me on this? )
Let's say- hypothetically- a Sandskid were to burst out of the ground over there and start eating people. Paint me a word picture on what you'd do with that spoon.
( As near as he can figure, it's either going to be the most lame thing he's ever heard, or the most absolute badass — like some kind of one punch of death mystical Monk crap. )