[ That's Ed for you, thoughtful except when he isn't. He props his head up on a curled tentacle. ]
It's only a job 'cause you made it one. [ He takes the bottle of rum and squirts inky water over it to clean the dust. Then he pops the cork. ] Some of us like to have a little fun. It's not like I've been— [ He makes a vague gesture with his remaining arms. ] —ballooning people's fucking heads and shit.
[ Ed is of the belief that if you can't relax after eight hundred years, you turn into...well, Arthur. Now, don't get him wrong, he loves Artie. But sometimes he worries Arthur is gonna static his way out of existence. ]
I've been working on a project, if you must know. Saving some poor sod's playwriting career. Don't worry, I passed my treasure map talents onto a fellow Ed, so you won't be bored for long.
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It's only a job 'cause you made it one. [ He takes the bottle of rum and squirts inky water over it to clean the dust. Then he pops the cork. ] Some of us like to have a little fun. It's not like I've been— [ He makes a vague gesture with his remaining arms. ] —ballooning people's fucking heads and shit.
[ Ed is of the belief that if you can't relax after eight hundred years, you turn into...well, Arthur. Now, don't get him wrong, he loves Artie. But sometimes he worries Arthur is gonna static his way out of existence. ]
I've been working on a project, if you must know. Saving some poor sod's playwriting career. Don't worry, I passed my treasure map talents onto a fellow Ed, so you won't be bored for long.