Well, of course the man wasn't cheating. You couldn't cheat. How did you cheat at I Spy? At guessing someone else's word? It wasn't possible.
But it was the latest oddity in a string of things the three of them had said, and Barney had to admit, his curiosity was piqued. Maybe he should surprise his daughter and take her to the carnival again, when he had a day off. Either tomorrow or the day after, he couldn't remember. But it'd be interesting to find these guys and see what their tricks were.
But... oh. Okay. Not brothers, then. Barney shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he maneuvered the cab turned the corner, like he always did when he had to listen to people in his cab flirting. It happened a lot, actually. But hey, it explained why the kid didn't look like either of them. Or, well. Not like the curly-haired man in the back, at least; he could have been the spitting image of the bundled up man and Barney would never have known.
Skull Pleasant. What kind of a name was that? Definitely carnie folk.
"Taxi?" the kid in the back with the crazy hair tried. "Or traffic again?"
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Excellent. God liked bad puns. That was part of the world explained right there. How, Ghastly wasn't quite sure, but it must have explained something.
He avoided thinking about the next statement, because he knew exactly where it would lead. Where it did lead, right before Ghastly had the presence of mind to shut it down. The tailor's thoughts had wandered from the well-worn shock to nervous anticipation, and then to the idea that maybe the reason God looked forward to it was because Skul would receive some kind of divine retribution. Which, Ghastly was vaguely surprised to realise, worried him.
"A bet on... what?" Ghastly asked to try and take his mind further off of it. "Who wins?" And, more importantly, what on earth could the terms even be? What could Ghastly possibly provide God with that he - He - didn't already have? Ghastly tried to work out how to phrase these misgivings out loud, before he reluctantly remembered that he didn't have to.
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But it was the latest oddity in a string of things the three of them had said, and Barney had to admit, his curiosity was piqued. Maybe he should surprise his daughter and take her to the carnival again, when he had a day off. Either tomorrow or the day after, he couldn't remember. But it'd be interesting to find these guys and see what their tricks were.
But... oh. Okay. Not brothers, then. Barney shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he maneuvered the cab turned the corner, like he always did when he had to listen to people in his cab flirting. It happened a lot, actually. But hey, it explained why the kid didn't look like either of them. Or, well. Not like the curly-haired man in the back, at least; he could have been the spitting image of the bundled up man and Barney would never have known.
Skull Pleasant. What kind of a name was that? Definitely carnie folk.
"Taxi?" the kid in the back with the crazy hair tried. "Or traffic again?"
~~
Excellent. God liked bad puns. That was part of the world explained right there. How, Ghastly wasn't quite sure, but it must have explained something.
He avoided thinking about the next statement, because he knew exactly where it would lead. Where it did lead, right before Ghastly had the presence of mind to shut it down. The tailor's thoughts had wandered from the well-worn shock to nervous anticipation, and then to the idea that maybe the reason God looked forward to it was because Skul would receive some kind of divine retribution. Which, Ghastly was vaguely surprised to realise, worried him.
"A bet on... what?" Ghastly asked to try and take his mind further off of it. "Who wins?" And, more importantly, what on earth could the terms even be? What could Ghastly possibly provide God with that he - He - didn't already have? Ghastly tried to work out how to phrase these misgivings out loud, before he reluctantly remembered that he didn't have to.