The One With Fur: Video

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad/Charlie are in their cabin. Scrad/Charlie remain completely huma-...er...norma-...uh...themselves. They're hugging each other, although since they only have the one set of arms, it's sort of awkward. They're both laughing hysterically.]

Yes. Yes. Hell yes. Dodged it. You can allllll suck it.

[Charlie babbles.]

No parrots. No two-headed cows. No nothin'. Ahahahaha.

[Scrad half-laughs, half-sobs.]

Thank god. Thank your hilarious Earth god.

[Charlie continues.]

We deserved this!

[Scrad insists. And maybe they did.

...

No, they probably didn't.]

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[twoheadsofcabbage]

In cash?

[Charlie asks, hopefully.

Dogs carry cash, right?]

[most_feared]

They're not Frank. I don't think they know how. They're not used to paws. They might do stuff for you if you need it.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Dog stuff?

[Scrad muses, as if he's not sure what dogs even do.]

[most_feared]

In three days they won't be dogs anymore but you'll still have helped them- you don't think very far ahead, do you?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

How are we supposed to do that?

[Scrad asks.]

Sometimes we don't know what's going on now.

[Charlie admits.]

[most_feared]

You should probably start keeping track of that. Makes it harder for people to dump you.

[He doesn't think the guys will ever be independent but if they're observant at least they'll know when to walk on their own.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Yeah, but admit it: you'd like to see that.

[Charlie says conspiratorially.]

[most_feared]

No. 'Cause all it ends up is you crying or even dead and them still dicking around New York with a smug look on their face.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

But we, uh, kinda got that coming, don't we?

[Scrad asks.]

[most_feared]

[There's that difficult stumbling point that he tries to deny is there again. You don't really get over someone harassing your daughter; at least he doesn't. But he also made that obligation to keep his logic first and foremost, to refrain from personal involvement. Being pissy about it defeats his role as an agent. Being a father is just something he's generally failed at.

So he settles on this...]

You talked to your warden about it, yet?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Little bit.

[Scrad admits.]

We, uh. You know.

[Charlie tries.]