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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.