"So you and that totally unfunny chick with the dark hair don't have a thing going on? Because it totally seemed like you were rocking a thing." Howard taps the tip of his pen against his lower lip, as if deep in thought. He keeps an eye on John, looking for a response, not really interested in the topic of this conversation for any reason other than seeing if it gets under John's skin.
The statue morphs again, from the weird squat little alien that Howard has mentally dubbed 'Sluggo' to a more familiar and uncomfortable pose, apropos to the discussion of tentacles: Howard and Orc's sociopathic captive, Drake, looking for all the world like a despairing 14 year-old locked up, starved and beaten, if not for the one arm that no longer ends in a hand but in a long fleshy whip. Howard snorts and sighs at the display, like he's just remembered why he doesn't like it.
"This stupid thing never chooses birthday parties. Why doesn't it bring back memories of Disneyland or whatever?" He puts his fingers to his temples as if trying to Charles Xavier it into being something else, to no avail, but it does give him an idea. "I wonder if we got Cerebro on this ship."
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The statue morphs again, from the weird squat little alien that Howard has mentally dubbed 'Sluggo' to a more familiar and uncomfortable pose, apropos to the discussion of tentacles: Howard and Orc's sociopathic captive, Drake, looking for all the world like a despairing 14 year-old locked up, starved and beaten, if not for the one arm that no longer ends in a hand but in a long fleshy whip. Howard snorts and sighs at the display, like he's just remembered why he doesn't like it.
"This stupid thing never chooses birthday parties. Why doesn't it bring back memories of Disneyland or whatever?" He puts his fingers to his temples as if trying to Charles Xavier it into being something else, to no avail, but it does give him an idea. "I wonder if we got Cerebro on this ship."