[It's wry, an acknowledgment of how deeply disturbing Wonderland's whole system can be. Especially for people like them.]
Guess that's the price we gotta pay for the, uh. [He gestures at the cabinets behind Tim's head.] "Any food we want, any time we want it," thing.
[Tim's clothes look a little worn, a little ragged, a stark contrast to Jay's stiff, closet-fresh outfit. The Masons shoved him into a bleach shower, and the clothes he showed up in were a biohazard. Replacements were necessary. (He was able to spare the hat, though.)]
[Doesn't look like replacements are as easy to get where Tim's from.]
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[It's wry, an acknowledgment of how deeply disturbing Wonderland's whole system can be. Especially for people like them.]
Guess that's the price we gotta pay for the, uh. [He gestures at the cabinets behind Tim's head.] "Any food we want, any time we want it," thing.
[Tim's clothes look a little worn, a little ragged, a stark contrast to Jay's stiff, closet-fresh outfit. The Masons shoved him into a bleach shower, and the clothes he showed up in were a biohazard. Replacements were necessary. (He was able to spare the hat, though.)]
[Doesn't look like replacements are as easy to get where Tim's from.]
What do they pay with where you--?
[Is that...?]
Wait, never mind. Ignore that. Is...?
[What. What.]
Is that my sweatshirt?