That does pull a genuine snicker out of Jay, brief as it is. He's stuck imagining 'Another Brick in the Wall' on a glass bottle and a recorder, vocals by Tim Wright.
Hey! (toot) Teachers! (toot) Leave those kids alone!
Another quiet, hissing laugh, like air through a leaky pipe. He doubts this would be so funny without the spiked cookies, but...honestly, maybe it would be. Alex Kralie, enraptured. The next John Williams. The voice of a generation.
It comes so easily, joking about the people they knew. Jay wonders if it'd be so easy if he hadn't watched hours and hours of footage, filling in the gaps left by his own experience. Jay knows them all so well now, his friends from 2006, frozen in amber.
"And Brian's just delivering his lines, dead-serious, like they don't sound like they're...y'know, Alex's, and meanwhile that's going on in the background." He's got a hand over his eyes now, almost a half-hearted facepalm. "God, we're a whole production studio of bad."
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Hey! (toot) Teachers! (toot) Leave those kids alone!
Another quiet, hissing laugh, like air through a leaky pipe. He doubts this would be so funny without the spiked cookies, but...honestly, maybe it would be. Alex Kralie, enraptured. The next John Williams. The voice of a generation.
It comes so easily, joking about the people they knew. Jay wonders if it'd be so easy if he hadn't watched hours and hours of footage, filling in the gaps left by his own experience. Jay knows them all so well now, his friends from 2006, frozen in amber.
"And Brian's just delivering his lines, dead-serious, like they don't sound like they're...y'know, Alex's, and meanwhile that's going on in the background." He's got a hand over his eyes now, almost a half-hearted facepalm. "God, we're a whole production studio of bad."