"You take it...You take it?" For a moment, Marco was flabbergasted. "Did Crayak take your memory away or something? Jake! You were there with us, O Fearless Leader! Flinging chimpanzee poop with the best of us! Or the worst. No--definitely the best." Marco contemplated this. "Though I still say I was the best at flinging chimpanzee doo-doo. Practice with monkey arms, you know." He paused. "Come on, Jake. At least you remember eating those delicious cookies?"
Taking a step back as Jake decided to unload information central on him, Marco shook his head violently as it all rushed out in one stream of talk.
"Whoa, whoa there," he said. "Clearly, you've been without my..." he made a face, "...Moderating presence for far too long, Jake. I mean, I knew you were teetering on the edge, especially after the Iskoort world...kissing Cassie...but dude. Slow down a little. Take it easy. We've got all the time in the world. Maybe we're not in an Ellimist game, but this isn't our world, and time won't pass as fast. I hope. The Ellimist is like God, remember?" He laughed cynically. "If God existed. But the Ellimist'll pop in if his grand plan for us is being disrupted too much."
Marco huffed and promptly sat on the ground. "Siddown, Jake. Let's go through this a bit, okay? I don't know why the Ellimist never showed up for you, but he appeared in my dreams last night. Or at least, I think he did. I hope I never get to dreaming about the Ellimist just for fun."
Marco blinked. "You've found a way to check Controllers?" His eyes narrowed. "It'd be nice if we could meet up with this 'way'. Hang a little. Share stories of how to detect Controllers, go out and eliminate them just a little bit. Maybe painfully. As for these other guys...point me in the right direction, Jake, and I'll take them out like the Yeerks. They'll die just as easily with a gorilla fist to the head."
He sighed. "Going home is...I hope everyone else is doing alright without their loveable comic relief. Oh, and you, of course. But...Jake? I saw you this morning. So when did you miss the bus?"
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Taking a step back as Jake decided to unload information central on him, Marco shook his head violently as it all rushed out in one stream of talk.
"Whoa, whoa there," he said. "Clearly, you've been without my..." he made a face, "...Moderating presence for far too long, Jake. I mean, I knew you were teetering on the edge, especially after the Iskoort world...kissing Cassie...but dude. Slow down a little. Take it easy. We've got all the time in the world. Maybe we're not in an Ellimist game, but this isn't our world, and time won't pass as fast. I hope. The Ellimist is like God, remember?" He laughed cynically. "If God existed. But the Ellimist'll pop in if his grand plan for us is being disrupted too much."
Marco huffed and promptly sat on the ground. "Siddown, Jake. Let's go through this a bit, okay? I don't know why the Ellimist never showed up for you, but he appeared in my dreams last night. Or at least, I think he did. I hope I never get to dreaming about the Ellimist just for fun."
Marco blinked. "You've found a way to check Controllers?" His eyes narrowed. "It'd be nice if we could meet up with this 'way'. Hang a little. Share stories of how to detect Controllers, go out and eliminate them just a little bit. Maybe painfully. As for these other guys...point me in the right direction, Jake, and I'll take them out like the Yeerks. They'll die just as easily with a gorilla fist to the head."
He sighed. "Going home is...I hope everyone else is doing alright without their loveable comic relief. Oh, and you, of course. But...Jake? I saw you this morning. So when did you miss the bus?"