[The crash makes Wolfwood jump a foot, and if he thought he were able to, he'd spin around to face where he heard it come from. But he can't, he's still rooted to the spot, but he can reach down and pick up that pen that clonked him on the head. Bitch.
He has this new paper in hand and takes the time to look it over as the audience looks on at him, expectantly. You know how they say you can't read words in a dream? Well, that certainly isn't the case here, but the writing is about as esoteric as one.
...fine. He decides to take the pen to paper, since that seems to be what he's being asked to do here. And in some cross between neat script and scrawling cursive, he writes:]
This is stupid. And also nothing rhymes with orange.
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He has this new paper in hand and takes the time to look it over as the audience looks on at him, expectantly. You know how they say you can't read words in a dream? Well, that certainly isn't the case here, but the writing is about as esoteric as one.
...fine. He decides to take the pen to paper, since that seems to be what he's being asked to do here. And in some cross between neat script and scrawling cursive, he writes:]
This is stupid.
And also nothing rhymes with orange.