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crossover_chickI always thought this bit sounded a bit like Marty channeling Doc:
Doc: *storming into the bathroom* It doesn't make sense for you to be here -- I refuse to even believe that you are here! *slams door*
Marty: *yelling through it* Doc, I AM here, and it DOES make sense! I came back here again with you, the you from 1985, because we had to get a book from Biff! So once we got the book back, you, that is the you from 1985, were in the DeLorean and it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885!
Doc: *inside bathroom* 1885?! *opens door, looks out suspiciously* It's a very interesting story, Future Boy, but there's just one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past -- how could you possibly know about it?
Marty: *not backing down* You sent me a letter.
-M2: Well, hey, how else am I going to explain the whole crazy time-travel thing?-
-D: *rolls eyes goodnaturedly*-
Exactly. :p
Anyway, fairly quiet Friday the 13th here. Weather was miserable, but other than that, it hasn't been bad. Watched Casper over dinner -- the Nostalgia Critic might not like that movie, but I've got fond memories of it from childhood, so. . . . Though it's funny to watch it now and hear all his criticisms at the appropriate moments. Also, there was good NaNoing today, as usual:
28680 / 50000 words. 57% done!
We're in the Sleeping Beauty section now, and I'm being kind of mean to poor "sees Death everywhere" Victor.
-TTV: *glares*-
He gets better, you know.
-TTV: *glares*-
-TD: *pats his back* She does this to everyone. Just have to get used to it.-
-TTV: Hmph.-
Oh hush, he ends up happy.Mostly.
Doc: *storming into the bathroom* It doesn't make sense for you to be here -- I refuse to even believe that you are here! *slams door*
Marty: *yelling through it* Doc, I AM here, and it DOES make sense! I came back here again with you, the you from 1985, because we had to get a book from Biff! So once we got the book back, you, that is the you from 1985, were in the DeLorean and it got struck by lightning and you got sent back to 1885!
Doc: *inside bathroom* 1885?! *opens door, looks out suspiciously* It's a very interesting story, Future Boy, but there's just one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past -- how could you possibly know about it?
Marty: *not backing down* You sent me a letter.
-M2: Well, hey, how else am I going to explain the whole crazy time-travel thing?-
-D: *rolls eyes goodnaturedly*-
Exactly. :p
Anyway, fairly quiet Friday the 13th here. Weather was miserable, but other than that, it hasn't been bad. Watched Casper over dinner -- the Nostalgia Critic might not like that movie, but I've got fond memories of it from childhood, so. . . . Though it's funny to watch it now and hear all his criticisms at the appropriate moments. Also, there was good NaNoing today, as usual:
We're in the Sleeping Beauty section now, and I'm being kind of mean to poor "sees Death everywhere" Victor.
-TTV: *glares*-
He gets better, you know.
-TTV: *glares*-
-TD: *pats his back* She does this to everyone. Just have to get used to it.-
-TTV: Hmph.-
Oh hush, he ends up happy.
