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Yes. Please. I, personally, need to see how much more detail can be put into the disheveled downfall of that Quizboy. It's good for the soul
BOY GENIUS | Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | on AO3
↓ Chapter 1 below the fold ↓
↳ BACK TO FAILURES OF SCIENCE INDEX
I've been drawing my theoretical concept for a Conjectural Technologies: ORIGINS spin-off for months, so I finally committed to putting words to it. Your eyes will be better off reading on A03 but I'll post chapters here if it gets it to people who'd want to read this sort of thing.
Fifteen years pass (more or less). Norman has Stormed. The Man from Hope gets inaugurated. Downtown LA smolders while the Balkans are sparking. And then this shit...
Chapter 1: I'm A Loser, Baby
“Fffzzztttt… just your average kids but--- chhhhh…. their parents say there’s a problem! Help! They’re teenagers now and wow, they’re out of control!”
Plink! A bottle cap ricocheted off to the upper left. Jenny remained unfazed, being as she was pre-recorded a thousand miles away in Chicago.
“Fffzzztt… to a MAKEOVER or it’s off to BOOTCAMP! Today, on the Jenny Jones Show….fzzzztt….”
A second bottle cap grazed Jenny Jones’s shoulder as she turned to a stage full of stewing parents sitting next to children in corpse paint, 12” platforms and spiked mohawks straight out of central casting for “miscellaneous dystopian thugs” in a Chuck Norris film.
Another bottle cap arced high and dinged off the bent-wire-hanger aerial, the static finally consuming the image entirely.
“Got it. Pretty fucking good for having no goddamn depth perception,” Billy slurred to an empty trailer, cracking open the last of the Zima four-pack. He rubbed the eyelid over his missing eye, no idea where his eyepatch went but didn’t care.
“’Zima’ means winter in Polish, Slovene, Slovak, Serbo-Croat, and Czech? There’s some fucking trivia for you,” he mumbled while choking down his 4th bottle of the day, trying not to think about how tasted like drinking scotch tape soaked in air freshener. Or like flat Sprite mixed with aluminum foil and rubbing alcohol. Zima was clear (all the best products were these days) and it was cheap. The TV commercial for Zima showed irreverent hip young people laughing with some loser in a dumb hat who couldn’t pronounce his esses right so maybe the product spoke to him. Most importantly, the product made him drunk. He laid back in his nest of empties and snack food and trash on the couch.
The door squeaked and rattled as Pete White struggled to open it with his foot, his arms full of packages. He staggered a few feet and he released his armload onto the kitchenette counter into a postal landslide. He turned back to notice Billy on the couch where he had left him— unshowered, unshaved, in the same dirty clothes, scowling with a smoldering cigarette hanging off his lip.
“Encounter: level 12 Alcoholic Divorced Dad Dwarf of Middle Earth. Plus-one against child support.”
“Ugh. Shut up,” Billy muttered as flicked ash into a branded Conjectural Technologies coffee mug. One of 500 White had ordered to “get their name out there,” and then left in a pile in the storage closet.
“Aw, Jeeze,” Pete grumbled, fanning the smokey air with last month’s issue Sassy from the mail pile, “You know it’ll be impossible to get the smell out of the curtains. Do you have to smoke in here? Huh?”
“Do you have to put magnetic poetry all over my hand when I’m sleeping?” Billy angrily raised his magnet-crusted mechanical hand, shedding “majestic” “symphony” and “purple” as he moved it.
White smirked, internally delighted, “I couldn’t find a pen so I was leaving you a note reminding you to get a haircut. I feel like I’m living with a scale model of Snake Pliskin.”
“WhatEVER,” Billy snarled. He didn’t disagree his long greasy hair made him look like an Irish Setter drowning in Crisco but what did it matter? Nothing mattered.
White frowned. “You’re really harshing the dynamics of our double act, pally, with this self-pity thing. I can’t play dryly acerbic without a naive optimist to play off of, y’know.”
“I’m just…” Billy killed the last of the bottle and pitched it weakly into the pile, his anger drained, “You know if I went to MIT like I planned to I would have graduated this summer.”
He flicked “languid” and “cacophony” off his wrist, “Maybe I’d even have a doctorate, too. I dunno.”
White busied himself with the mail. Billy wasn’t throwing out accusations yet but his train of thought could turn ugly for him depending how the ZIMA hit him.
“I was the greatest mind in a generation. What am I doing with my life?” Billy muttered, staring at the burning end of his cigarette. Melancholy, “I shelve books part-time at a public library! An ape could do my job,”
“An ape would probably do it better! Because they have longer arms. Oh, and they could climb the shelves!” White chimed in, “But they’d probably, like, crap everywhere so that’s a minus.”
“Nights I wash fucking dishes at a ‘50s-themed diner in a mall.” A sudden rage, “A WILDLY INACCURATE ‘50s-themed diner!” He jumped to his feet.
“We Built This City on Rock & Roll — released 1985 by Starship — does not belong on the house music! ‘Chicken fingers’— invented 1976 in Savannah, GA — do not exist in 1955! I tell the general manager all the time, but does he care? Where’s the stifling suburban malaise? Where’s the simmering feeling of nuclear dread? This so-called ‘theme’ your institution perpetrates is willful disinformation!”
White relaxed; this rant could go on for hours and he wasn’t the target.
Billy concluded, “Being an adult SUCKS.”
“Takes most people more than a year into it to figure that out. Still a genius. Congratulations, Billy,” White said.
Billy sighed, exhausted again. He crawled back to the couch.
“I finally cleared out the PO Box.,” White said, indicating the packages on the kitchen counter.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” White claimed a stack of music mags and mailers from bedroom record labels out of the mail pile. He tapped a box from a scientific supply warehouse, “That’s probably the catalyst solution we ordered for the mind control experiment.” He found a couple padded envelopes in the pile and shook them, “VHS tapes. From your internet super highway nerd friends. Go soak in nostalgia. Get the stink off you.”
Billy perked up slightly. White raised his arm to toss them over but Billy shrieked, “No! Don’t! You’ll damage them.”
White rolled his eyes, and walked the packages to the couch, “They made it through the mail from —” he checked the labels “— Murfreesboro just fine. They’re not going to break eight feet from me to you.” He stacked the envelopes on the top of Billy’s head and joined him on the couch.
White sorted the remaining mail into piles. More supplies for Conjectural Technologies projects. Bills. Catalogues. Another letter from Billy’s mother — oof, save that for later. He wanted to keep Billy’s mood up for as long as possible. He pocketed it.
“Whoa,” gasped White.
“What?” muttered Billy, tearing open the first envelope.
“We got an invitation from the World Super Science Forum,” White said, puzzled. A glossy brochure as nearly big as a Trapper Keeper slid out of the envelope, sparkling with metallic ink. It looked like a wedding invitation for a giant who also happened to be an art director.
“As if,” Billy scoffed without even looking up from his coveted “105: The Ticking Monkey. Long Edit. KTLA Cartoon Cavalcade. NOTE: Missing Closing Credits'' VHS tape. All the heavy negotiation on the alt.fan.rustyventure USENET group to set up this trade had finally paid off.
“It’s gotta be the sign,” White gestured to the ceiling, above which $700 ($1344 today) of neon he commissioned to flash their company name to a rarely-traveled back road in the middle of the desert, tripling their electricity bill. “Neon demands respect.”
Billy was a million miles away, squinting at the tape’s edges for potential cracks in transit and mentally tabulating how many more episodes eluded his decades-long quest for a complete collection of the series.
“Word must be getting out about our…,” White beamed in salesman mode before stumbling on the landing, “Uh, work?”
Conjectural Technologies didn’t do shit and both of them knew it. But here was an invitation to the premier professional Super Science conference in the US.
“It’s in Seattle this year. That’s like the coolest city in the world right now.”
“Frasier lives there,” Billy said flatly. He was still woozy. Zima-drunk.
“It’s basically the new Vatican,” White agreed, “Ground zero for both the tech and expensive coffee industry and the home of ‘the Seattle sound.’”
“They throw fish. In the market,” Billy said, suddenly very sleepy. Why did he drink so much Zima? Oh, he remembered it was because he hated himself and his garbage-failure life.
White read through the brochure like a kid tearing into a Sears Christmas Wishbook, “Technology demos. Lectures. Hey, we’d get to go to an awards dinner at the top of the Space Needle. This looks so cool.”
“We should go,” Billy said, drifting into semi-consciousness.
“Yeah!” White turned to the final page of the invitation. Early registration - $550* a person. Does not include airfare. “Oh.”
He showed Billy the price without speaking. They both sat silently. Living paycheck to paycheck, that was astronomically outside their budget.
“THIS is why Super Science is dying out,” Pete said angrily, slapping the brochure, “It’s like, you gotta be a legacy or already have a compound or a ton of government contracts to even pay for this shit. It’s MORIBUND! The same old scientists. Same old IDEAS. What about the scrappy independents on the fringes! THAT’s where the next big thing is coming from.”
“A lot of passion from a ‘scientist’ who does jack shit,” Billy snickered, half-asleep.
Pete looked at the brochure again, “It’s too bad we didn’t get invited earlier. It says here ‘Boy Genius’ admission is half-price.”
“Makes sense,” Billy muttered, “Trying to stem the tide of potential future science geniuses defecting to Silicon Valley. No kid even thinks about going into Super Science anymore.”
“AND their parent/guardian/sidekick/lab assistant can plus-one for free — I’m at least two of those!”
A pause.
“Just tell them I’m a kid.”
“Huh?”
“Register me as a ‘boy genius’ and take the discount.”
White was shocked, “You want to lie?”
“If they find out what can they do to us? Kick us out?”
“Did your high horse bolt the stable? Dishonesty from Baby Billy “I Never Do Anything Wrong” Whalen?”
“JUST LIE!” Billy shouted, “Register Conjectural Technologies for the Conference. One Boy Genius. One… whatever you are.”
Billy rolled over, looking green, “I think I’m gonna throw up.”
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BOY GENIUS | Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | on AO3
*$1044 in today’s money
I want to add, in retrospect, that while I wouldn't call their relationship toxic per-se I acknowledge and accept the imperfect and fighty nature they bring to each other's table half. I just wouldn't say it's as packed as people sometimes call it to be. They obviously care for one another, that's been proven continuously, just by the fact that they stay by each others side is kind of enough to be able to say that. But the girls do be fighting. Not with guns, maybe knives, but never lethally. That kind of fighting comes with the territory of being a cartoon and especially a cartoon that's world is filled with pricks.
I really need to rewatch venture bros again so I can post about the other guys and not just these two thugs
Onion culture is rant posting about an au nobody even knows about (yet) for a fandom you've never even interacted with (but study extensively, at least the online part of it.) Hello, internet! I like to have fun, well-dressed fun. As of recent that faux-fur coat draped fun was lined with self-insertship. I call it PB&J, short for Petebilly & Jetliner (jetliner refers to the jetliner position, or more commonly known as a wall-sit / squat. The usage of this word will make more sense in due time) and the jist of it is that me and my brother's self inserts (the mutant orphaned Candastrino bros.) have a raging grudge against Pete White for being the cause of the cancellation of their favorite show, and thus go on a revenge-trip to finish him off for good- but accidentally end up getting adopted. Love born from hate, as never pictured in the paper. Anyway, it's real fun, and I'll post more about it when I find the want to so this will make a bit more sense later, but as of now the following rant about fandom culture is laid out for my enjoyment, and if you want, you can have a piece too.
So. This au really is- aside from the riffs on fandom somehow infantilizing and villainizing Pete all at once- really a way for me to answer the question they stick on you that is, after Billy remembers, what happens now? How do they handle it in such a way that means for the next four seasons they continue to live with and love each other? And I think having them just throw it into a bickering session as,
PETE: "what, so you think I'm evil too, hah? I thought we was 'sposed ta be PATNERS, Billy!"
BILLY: "NO! I'm telling you AND THEM [emphasis on that line so that white knows he's not being targeted] that it'sch idiotic to believe any of that schtill carriesch enough weight to drag anybody down! white, that wasch in the eightiesch! I don't CARE, we are partnersch and nothing I've done dischprovesch that!"
PETE: "OH, WOW! SO YOU'RE STILL JUST THROWING ALL THA BLAME BACK TA ME-"
-And so on, and so on. I'm cutting it off there or they could go on until white starts crying and makes a daring escape. They'll resolve it in their own heads in a jiff. And so the answer to that question pretty much is they move on. Fandom are all sticklers for clinging to things they find invokes certain angsty scenes, which okay that's whatever, the heart wants what it wants especially in spaces like these where it can always just have it by the power of folly-filled friendship, but it doesn't work with VBros and that's why it's* (the way they handle the characters*) been so confusing to me. Because they handle them like they're characters instead of the people that Doc and Jackson write them as. They write about life and fans see it as unmoving failure after failure, but that's just one part of life. Failure is just one interconnected piece of the huge net that becomes how someone lives. Billy and White's 80's escapades are just one part of their lives. It's just one aspect of the adventure! Adventure, by the by, is continuing to do something even when it gets obscenely stupid. So, basically, life is an adventure and venture Brothers is an action show (kind of), if you catch my obvious drift wafted by a fan directly in front of your face.
It's also a good way to see Conjectech finally portrayed healthily. Another thing Fandom(TM) would stick to because of how they prey on the weak points of characters is Petebilly being oh-so toxic, which just isn't the case. They pick out the parts of the VBros bible they want to see instead of the stories it's actually telling. And like most Christians, they make casual soulmates out to be evil gay people that hate everyone including each other. White & Billy, very simply put, aren't like that. Contrary to popular belief they aren't a toxic partnership. Media literacy is a bit dead now, which may contribute, but I digress. Most of when we see them fight on screen isn't genuinely rage filled. It's husband-wife little squabbles, or it's friendly fire similar to how you'll dish on a pal just for breathing wrong. when you know someone for such a long time, that becomes pretty natural. People that aren't you and your boyfriend won't realize you're kidding and that at the end of the day you'll be cuddling no matter what. In the morning, you'll share cereal, and insult how he holds his spoon. Familiarity breeds hilarious discontent in anyone that's ever been familiar with anyone, and it is a phenomena that I certainly believe should be studied. They're healthy and functional, but they function in a way that some people who rely on tropes and ideas they learned over time don't understand isn't those tropes. Platonics are not for the faint of heart! And fandom, my dear sweet fandom, are all like cats getting scared at a zucchini by misbelieving it's an odd phallus. That goes for most Fandom everywhere, it is an objective statement. At a point you realize of course people can't read, by golly they can't even see the whole picture. comme ci, comme ça. Anyway, Pete and Billy's on screen interactions are otherwise incredibly sweet. One scene I'd like to point out that, even though it was before their move to NYC and arc to accepting their roles as each other's best friend (which is something I would love to touch on later (ehe, that's what she said)), is a scene from the first episode their company was officially introduced. "Are You There God? It's Me, Dean"'s formal introduction to everyone's favorite pair of sometimes-scientists all-time-geeks is a perfect capture of the characters. They start with Billy in a little floral apron, and he's telling off white, who's currently playing GTA, for not flushing the toilet. Ever. They get a call, White is, naturally, busy so Billy answers it. He opens the call with a slogan White promotes heavily, though it hasn't grown too well on Billy (yet. In "Handsome Ransom," he uses it cheerfully.) Then he ends the call with a chipper "bai-bal!" and is, naturally, riffed on for saying that. The game is paused now and White is being let in on the juicy deets of their new job. They have a bit of a back and forth, and at the end a high-five is brought up, naturally, but denied. Naturally. High fives come later when White finally gives in to them as he will with most anything his business partner puts forward. In any case, they've got a good thing going on, and basically this AU is a great way for me to show that they do because half the time people don't believe it.
That was all copy and pasted from a txt document. Onion Culture is loving text documents. Another point I could make is how nobody really gets how Billy works, but that's another rant for another day. My father, when I sent him this rant, said that "people will hate it, but what don't they?"
Onion culture is.. I don't know, it's like, eleven right now I can't think of a proper way to word this summary. This writing is probably not the best because again it is eleven and I wrote it because I simply had to explain how this as a conversation would actually most likely go, because I have a desperate need for people to understand characters I love , probably because of something in my childhood.
Yes, Billy's lisp is written in. Bite me.
(this is after White would've said something about what happened to Billy in IHOF like how everyone says he'd feel guilty about it heres my take on if he did (which for the record he probably does but buries it and they prolly js silently accept forgiveness as they become better friends but like this is if they talked to each other about that stuff instead of Science and other such.. whatever, nerd things.))
BILLY: Yeah, abscholutely it waschn't okay! It wasch not okay- no, you were an adult and definitely schould've known better than to get schome barely-eighteen-yearsch-old-kid you plucked off a gameschow put through the non-figurative ringer, but it wasch alscho a genuine mischtake. Not one you even schould've had the schlightest chance to make in the firscht place, but.. eh.. look, we could be at thisch forever if we wanted to, okay? But I actually have schtuff to do, and forgivenessch isch what allowsch it to get done. Maybe you schould try it schometime. Asch far asch I know you haven't gotten any of my other partsch ripped off, scho.. other than being a schtain on my life conschtantly, you're not scho bad. And, even then, it'sch like.. schome of my favorite schirtsch have schtainsch. You know? I won't ever forget losching what I had, I am not denying the schuck of the schituation- and of coursche I most likely won't ever berid of the grudge on Hunter for what the O.Sch.I did- but I've come to termsch with what'sch now, and it's schtuff I can live with. And, you know.. scho are you.
Still slouched on the couch, White stares unblinking into Billy's eyes, processing with a neutral expression underlined with the lingering irritable sadness he always seemed to carry himself with. Their TV came off of the ads embedded in the DVD, startling White from his trance and allowing Billy to move his gaze out of the lock his companion put them in. White was able to reconnect with the rest of the world around him and remembered they had orange chicken that was currently going cold on the sophisticated plastic tray inbetween them. He picked a good one out of the box and stretched a pinched finger full of chicken from him as an offering.
WHITE: Mm?
BILLY: Oh, thanksch.
WHITE: Mm.
BILLY: With or without commentary?
[queue them staying up all night, because either option additionally comes with the non-optional Billy commentary, too.]
And so, our heroes lived mediocrely together long ever after. Generally. If you were gauging the amount that's good, bad, or neutral, it's generally mostly neutral. That goes for anybody's life though. The end.
thoughts on the rabbit symbolism, anyone?
Onion culture is being forced by your dastardly mind into noticing the little things about the so-called Skrunkly. I was going over White's lines in my head the other day, and realized he said once (iirc not every time he brings this up) that he was "*an* albino" instead of just saying "I'm albino," which- again, kind of forced by the dastardly mind- brought me to the conclusion that it was another tally to the "White Thinks He's A Freak" board as it made a clear but quiet distinction between himself and humanity because of his albinism. It's like he was saying he was a different species entirely. On a lighter note, he's getting happier in merch! Here's him as seen in the packaging for the doll action figure line (2014) and his face on the recent pins.
Though, I will admit, taking the character out of the elements of the show I do kind of like seeing him slightly upset by everything better than I do him content. I just wanna see this guy chewed up and spat out on the street like dollar-store bubblegum
Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.
BONK CROSSOVER
Turrón? Turrón! Turrón! Turrón! Turrón! Turrón! Turrón! Turrón!
"damn I'm crying over an insect" "why am I having such strong feelings over how the sky looks" "it's weird how happy this small thing made me feel" THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LIVE HERE!!!! you live on this earth. everything all the time is an experience, no matter how common or mundane. this world is unique. so are its small moments. it is good to enjoy a tiny thing. you love the world even at its smallest scale.
scrolling the wretched app and crying real tears at billy quizboy mistakenly eating dog treats
Onion culture is rant posting about an au nobody even knows about (yet) for a fandom you've never even interacted with (but study extensively, at least the online part of it.) Hello, internet! I like to have fun, well-dressed fun. As of recent that faux-fur coat draped fun was lined with self-insertship. I call it PB&J, short for Petebilly & Jetliner (jetliner refers to the jetliner position, or more commonly known as a wall-sit / squat. The usage of this word will make more sense in due time) and the jist of it is that me and another guy's self inserts (the mutant orphaned Candastrino bros.) have a raging grudge against Pete White for being the cause of the cancellation of their favorite show, and thus go on a revenge-trip to finish him off for good- but accidentally end up getting adopted. Love born from hate, as never pictured in the paper. Anyway, it's real fun, and I'll post more about it when I find the want to so this will make a bit more sense later, but as of now the following rant about fandom culture is laid out for my enjoyment, and if you want, you can have a piece too.
So. This au really is- aside from the riffs on fandom somehow infantilizing and villainizing Pete all at once- really a way for me to answer the question they stick on you that is, after Billy remembers, what happens now? How do they handle it in such a way that means for the next four seasons they continue to live with and love each other? And I think having them just throw it into a bickering session as,
PETE: "what, so you think I'm evil too, hah? I thought we was 'sposed ta be PATNERS, Billy!"
BILLY: "NO! I'm telling you AND THEM [emphasis on that line so that white knows he's not being targeted] that it'sch idiotic to believe any of that schtill carriesch enough weight to drag anybody down! white, that wasch in the eightiesch! I don't CARE, we are partnersch and nothing I've done dischprovesch that!"
PETE: "OH, WOW! SO YOU'RE STILL JUST THROWING ALL THA BLAME BACK TA ME-"
-And so on, and so on. I'm cutting it off there or they could go on until white starts crying and makes a daring escape. They'll resolve it in their own heads in a jiff. And so the answer to that question pretty much is they move on. Fandom are all sticklers for clinging to things they find invokes certain angsty scenes, which okay that's whatever, the heart wants what it wants especially in spaces like these where it can always just have it by the power of folly-filled friendship, but it doesn't work with VBros and that's why it's* (the way they handle the characters*) been so confusing to me. Because they handle them like they're characters instead of the people that Doc and Jackson write them as. They write about life and fans see it as unmoving failure after failure, but that's just one part of life. Failure is just one interconnected piece of the huge net that becomes how someone lives. Billy and White's 80's escapades are just one part of their lives. It's just one aspect of the adventure! Adventure, by the by, is continuing to do something even when it gets obscenely stupid. So, basically, life is an adventure and venture Brothers is an action show (kind of), if you catch my obvious drift wafted by a fan directly in front of your face.
It's also a good way to see Conjectech finally portrayed healthily. Another thing Fandom(TM) would stick to because of how they prey on the weak points of characters is Petebilly being oh-so toxic, which just isn't the case. They pick out the parts of the VBros bible they want to see instead of the stories it's actually telling. And like most Christians, they make casual soulmates out to be evil gay people that hate everyone including each other. White & Billy, very simply put, aren't like that. Contrary to popular belief they aren't a toxic partnership. Media literacy is a bit dead now, which may contribute, but I digress. Most of when we see them fight on screen isn't genuinely rage filled. It's husband-wife little squabbles, or it's friendly fire similar to how you'll dish on a pal just for breathing wrong. when you know someone for such a long time, that becomes pretty natural. People that aren't you and your boyfriend won't realize you're kidding and that at the end of the day you'll be cuddling no matter what. In the morning, you'll share cereal, and insult how he holds his spoon. Familiarity breeds hilarious discontent in anyone that's ever been familiar with anyone, and it is a phenomena that I certainly believe should be studied. They're healthy and functional, but they function in a way that some people who rely on tropes and ideas they learned over time don't understand isn't those tropes. Platonics are not for the faint of heart! And fandom, my dear sweet fandom, are all like cats getting scared at a zucchini by misbelieving it's an odd phallus. That goes for most Fandom everywhere, it is an objective statement. At a point you realize of course people can't read, by golly they can't even see the whole picture. comme ci, comme ça. Anyway, Pete and Billy's on screen interactions are otherwise incredibly sweet. One scene I'd like to point out that, even though it was before their move to NYC and arc to accepting their roles as each other's best friend (which is something I would love to touch on later (ehe, that's what she said)), is a scene from the first episode their company was officially introduced. "Are You There God? It's Me, Dean"'s formal introduction to everyone's favorite pair of sometimes-scientists all-time-geeks is a perfect capture of the characters. They start with Billy in a little floral apron, and he's telling off white, who's currently playing GTA, for not flushing the toilet. Ever. They get a call, White is, naturally, busy so Billy answers it. He opens the call with a slogan White promotes heavily, though it hasn't grown too well on Billy (yet. In "Handsome Ransom," he uses it cheerfully.) Then he ends the call with a chipper "bai-bal!" and is, naturally, riffed on for saying that. The game is paused now and White is being let in on the juicy deets of their new job. They have a bit of a back and forth, and at the end a high-five is brought up, naturally, but denied. Naturally. High fives come later when White finally gives in to them as he will with most anything his business partner puts forward. In any case, they've got a good thing going on, and basically this AU is a great way for me to show that they do because half the time people don't believe it.
That was all copy and pasted from a txt document. Onion Culture is loving text documents. Another point I could make is how nobody really gets how Billy works, but that's another rant for another day. My father, when I sent him this rant, said that "people will hate it, but what don't they?"
Onion culture is reading ominous unremembered notes-to-self and not knowing if they're typical Onion oddities or demonic possession