“Yeah, they have the cherry nut right there.” Dammit. He was going to have to find some way to get Kray out of this funk. Normally he would have suggested they go have some beer and watch the original Star Wars trilogy. But he had a feeling that would only make matters worse today. Maybe they should go to their gym. Zee could put a picture of Lucas on the heavy bag for his brother to pound on.
“I hate that this sucked so bad, Kray,” he said, searching for something to say to help his brother feel better. “Lucas is obviously getting old and losing his mental facilities. Hell, I bet he’s planning to do Indiana Jones and the Space Aliens of Doom.” That would be so stupid, there was no way Kratos would believe that was going to happen. It might even make him smile just a little.
There was no excuse for Lucas killing the memories of so many people. He would have to talk to Nemesis about nailing that guy. Make him lose his fortune or something. Zee just really hoped the next movie would be a lot better.
“Hey, I just thought of something. Lucas made Howard the Duck. He bounced back from that pretty well, this could end up the same way.” He had better bounce very hard to make up for that piece of crap movie they had just wasted money on.
“We should get some ice cream for the girls before we head back.”