LAST EDITED ON Dec-29-13 AT 10:30 PM (EST)
>>The second was Ben's firm commitment to the idea that all mission
>>briefings and staff meetings at NERV would end with mandatory tacos.
>>Not voluntary tacos; mandatory tacos.
>I still maintain that this wise and prudent policy would have saved a
>lot of people a lot of heartache.
That might mean you had several more meetings with the janitorial staff and the Worcester-3 chapter of the United Association, if my own experiences with Mexican food are anything to go by.
>>... dammit, Hutchins. Now I kinda-sorta do want to go back over
>>NXE and do some review work on it. What have you wrought, man?
>You were just moaning about how far behind you are and how bad you
>feel about that, and now you want to go back to the 1990s. What am I
>supposed to do with this? (headshake)
INT SCENE: An OILY MECHANIC'S SHOP. Hanging from several LARGE HOOKS are some DISMEMBERED ROBOTS. Enter GRYPHON, wheeling MERCUTIO on a small trolley in front of him. He accosts a TRADESMAN, stout of middle and greasy of overall.
GRYPHON: Hey, um, excuse me? I got a pedant 'bout 18 months ago and I think a few wires're crossed-
TRADESMAN: Lemme see that...
[The TRADESMAN briefly examines MERCUTIO, who is TWITCHING and SPEAKING IN TONGUES]
TRADESMAN: I getcha. Wants to read all your old stuff, is it? How far back we talkin' here?
GRYPHON [With a look of INCREASING WORRY]: Uh, something like two decades.
[The TRADESMAN makes a peculiar noise by sucking air through his teeth. This is a bad sign in any field, but particularly this one.]
TRADESMAN: Oh boy, this is gonna be fun. Don't worry, you got a 5-year, 100,000-nitpick warranty with this model. We'll take this out to the university lot over in Stumblebum, see if them college boys can make somethin' outta this. [He LAUGHS, with a noise like a SINK BEING UNBLOCKED] We'll see what happens, butcha might git your old stuff reviewed anyhow. Yer pedant's in safe hands.
MERCUTIO: The difference between DJ and Shinji is that the latter is a protagonist and the former is a hero-
TRADESMAN: Sure it is, son. C'mon, let's getcha on the table...
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