He refuses to believe that he already has. He was doing the right thing. The right thing, by leading everyone the way he did. He stopped that twisted-up skinny thing dead in its tracks. It's like he's a hero.
"I mean, I guess my home's got its merits." Eager to turn the subject away from the semantics of his name, the Puppet fiddles with his camera. "You got - good TV. David Lynch. Half-life. Combos." He pauses, silently contemplating.
"Buuuut on the other hand, this place has no laws on drinking and no freaks with shotguns hanging out of pickup trucks. I think I'll take Wonderland."
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He refuses to believe that he already has. He was doing the right thing. The right thing, by leading everyone the way he did. He stopped that twisted-up skinny thing dead in its tracks. It's like he's a hero.
"I mean, I guess my home's got its merits." Eager to turn the subject away from the semantics of his name, the Puppet fiddles with his camera. "You got - good TV. David Lynch. Half-life. Combos." He pauses, silently contemplating.
"Buuuut on the other hand, this place has no laws on drinking and no freaks with shotguns hanging out of pickup trucks. I think I'll take Wonderland."