[Dave froze... not because of the strangeness involved in another man knowing his dreams, not at all. That was a normal side-effect of the sauce. No. Dave froze because last night he had a very sexy dream where he was Batman and several female villains wearing next-to-nothing tied him up and talked dirty to him. He had to wrestle them to the ground in a puddle of what he guessed was chocolate syrup. That's right. Soak that in, Jay.]
Side-effects, you're okay, ri--
[He stops mid-sentence. Why would he have asked that question? If he knew what the sauce was, if the great eye was watching him too, well, he'd know all about the side-effects.
Dave was never particularly religious. Raised catholic, went to church with his parents out of habit, believed enough to get by, but wasn't one to really practice it. Yet here and now, watching his brother scrambling to put together the pieces and undergo the same fear that he once had, he found himself saying a little prayer in his head. Pleading with the big man upstairs to not let him explode.]
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Side-effects, you're okay, ri--
[He stops mid-sentence. Why would he have asked that question? If he knew what the sauce was, if the great eye was watching him too, well, he'd know all about the side-effects.
Dave was never particularly religious. Raised catholic, went to church with his parents out of habit, believed enough to get by, but wasn't one to really practice it. Yet here and now, watching his brother scrambling to put together the pieces and undergo the same fear that he once had, he found himself saying a little prayer in his head. Pleading with the big man upstairs to not let him explode.]