“Most Enthusiasts do, yeah.”
You’re kinda adorable.
“I’m full-on hot, Broseph Campbell. Think cuz I’m a Stuffed-American, I’m incapable of getting my fuck on? STUFFED GARCIA GETS HIS FUCK ON.”
You need to slow down and then come to a complete halt. None of this is okay.
“We are tired of being thought of as asexual creatures to be humped by dogs. We want to hump on the dogs, not the other way! We’re tops!”
I regret everything leading to this conversation.
“Give Stuffed Garcia a tugger!”
Y’know, this is getting awful close to that Seth MacFarlane teddy bear movie.
Yeah. And, you know: let’s not.
So, are you Garcia or, like, an entirely separate being? I don’t really understand what’s your deal.
“Cards on the table?”
Yeah, of course.
“You started writing before you had an idea.”
Yeah, I do that.
“And my character is loosely-sketched at best.”
“At best. I resent it, actually.”
“Why create a character without vesting it with an inner life? A narrative is a contract.”
You are a stuffed drug addict.
“THAT IS FUCKING RACIST.”