Philip spits out an incredulous laugh and stares at Dean in disbelief, and not just because Belgian waffles have absolutely nothing to do with Belgium beyond their name.
"Because they... are depressed and horny."
The disbelief in his voice falters at the sight of the graph, and the weak smile that crosses his face when he glances at the audience almost looks like a silent cry for help.
The comment reserved for Dean is nowhere near as reluctant.
"We could've had ghosts, or werewolves, or demons, or anything but this," he hisses in Dean's ear and takes the diagram from his hands.
Faintly Philip probably recalls a time when he would have been grateful for the opportunity to talk his way out of a situation, rather than engage in a potentially lethal confrontation with the supernatural, but that time lies long dead and buried. These days he has developed a grim appreciation for any problem that can be made to disappear with the pull of a trigger.
Instead this one requires-- Actually, better not think of a word for it, that'll get his mood down faster than whatever candy drops they're selling can lift it back up. No, better to close his eyes and pretend he is giving the most ridiculous lecture of his life. Because there's no getting out of here otherwise.
"Recent studies show that over 37% of all Americans suffer from a combination of depressive mood disorder and erectile dysfunction. However, most pharmaceuticals used to combat these issues can be difficult to manage, be overly expensive, or have unpleasant side effects."
Philip shoots Dean a sharp look. Your turn, have fun with it.
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"Because they... are depressed and horny."
The disbelief in his voice falters at the sight of the graph, and the weak smile that crosses his face when he glances at the audience almost looks like a silent cry for help.
The comment reserved for Dean is nowhere near as reluctant.
"We could've had ghosts, or werewolves, or demons, or anything but this," he hisses in Dean's ear and takes the diagram from his hands.
Faintly Philip probably recalls a time when he would have been grateful for the opportunity to talk his way out of a situation, rather than engage in a potentially lethal confrontation with the supernatural, but that time lies long dead and buried. These days he has developed a grim appreciation for any problem that can be made to disappear with the pull of a trigger.
Instead this one requires-- Actually, better not think of a word for it, that'll get his mood down faster than whatever candy drops they're selling can lift it back up. No, better to close his eyes and pretend he is giving the most ridiculous lecture of his life. Because there's no getting out of here otherwise.
"Recent studies show that over 37% of all Americans suffer from a combination of depressive mood disorder and erectile dysfunction. However, most pharmaceuticals used to combat these issues can be difficult to manage, be overly expensive, or have unpleasant side effects."
Philip shoots Dean a sharp look. Your turn, have fun with it.