[say]"Right...uh...great. So can you then?"[/say] Jeremy was getting pretty exasperated by this point with the weird stranger whom he had stopped. There seemed to be plenty of normal people passing by, and he wished he could have drawn one of their attentions. 108 even seemed to respond to his phrase by feeling in their hair, which made him laugh at the same time as want to scream.
It began to seem unlikely it was a dream: Anyone in any dream of his would know what booze was. [say]"Yeah, booze. Alcohol. Wine, Whiskey, fuck, even Ethanol if you've got it."[/say] This was a joke (mostly) but he didn't expect 108 to get it.
[say]"You got a name?"[/say] He asked, trying to desperately pull this back to something approaching a normal conversation, trying to walk as he spoke in what he hoped was the right direction to spur 108 into showing him the way.
It began to seem unlikely it was a dream: Anyone in any dream of his would know what booze was. [say]"Yeah, booze. Alcohol. Wine, Whiskey, fuck, even Ethanol if you've got it."[/say] This was a joke (mostly) but he didn't expect 108 to get it.
[say]"You got a name?"[/say] He asked, trying to desperately pull this back to something approaching a normal conversation, trying to walk as he spoke in what he hoped was the right direction to spur 108 into showing him the way.
