Re: call: connie/patrick
[His head hurts, but he's trying to follow.] It can't be something time ignores, because Webster's stuff wouldn't work at all if that was the case, right? It would just sit there like a dud, and nothing Webster did ever sat anywhere like a dud. Man, maybe time fights back, but science has to make inroads, or none of the stuff you've seen and done would work. Time could be like this big wrestler dude, and science is this really quick little shit trying to run between its legs and get by it. But why does it matter? If it's science, or magic, or maybe just time being time, isn't it just important that you can fuck with it like no one's business? Time stops for no man, but, man, it sure as fuck stops for my sister.
[Offended!] Hey hey! There were dudes in that circle of bitches. [Sigh.] Yeah, they saw me. They took my chronometer, and it took literal forever to get it back. But it didn't work for them. It didn't do it's like Hi, I'm like a snitch opening in your palm, whassup! It didn't do that for them, but I think they knew what it was. Wrecked, isn't it? [And maybe too long a pause.] Mom's ears? Normal? Normal-normal entirely normal? Nothing to see here, ears?