You work at the romcom factory where they make romcoms, duh. You can be, like, the C.E.O., is that more respectable?
[Shrug!]
Anyway, I didn't say I don't work, but someone's gotta look after the wigglers.
[As he tucks his arm under his head as an extra pillow, though, Dave realizes he doesn't actually have a fucking clue what he would do, if he'd had the opportunity to grow up. He hesitates, trying to remember what he used to want to be. He has to have had some dream, right?]
Huh. I guess I...go back to doing SBaHJ? Keeping the frothing public satiated, handling all the merchandising...start my blog up again, maybe.
[That sounds...not very fulfilling, actually. Quick, go back to bullshit.]
Eh, I dunno, actually three entire kids might keep me pretty busy. Are you prepared to sustain me in the lifestyle to which I'm accustomed, dude? The taxes on our island are probably fucking horrendous.
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[Shrug!]
Anyway, I didn't say I don't work, but someone's gotta look after the wigglers.
[As he tucks his arm under his head as an extra pillow, though, Dave realizes he doesn't actually have a fucking clue what he would do, if he'd had the opportunity to grow up. He hesitates, trying to remember what he used to want to be. He has to have had some dream, right?]
Huh. I guess I...go back to doing SBaHJ? Keeping the frothing public satiated, handling all the merchandising...start my blog up again, maybe.
[That sounds...not very fulfilling, actually. Quick, go back to bullshit.]
Eh, I dunno, actually three entire kids might keep me pretty busy. Are you prepared to sustain me in the lifestyle to which I'm accustomed, dude? The taxes on our island are probably fucking horrendous.