[Yeah that's a heart-breaking image; Sharky never called the 1-800-SARAH-MCLACHLAN hotline before but he would be seriously tempted right now. If, you know, there were phones or charities to donate to here in the middle of nothingness.
Sharky isn't being compelled to hang out in the muster area, but boy he might as well be. There's no fucking way he's letting Pratt out of his sight until he knows the guy isn't gonna wail on the first fat-mouthed teenager to roll up on him. It looks like a pretty close call when the dude with the leis tries to lay a fat one on Pratt, but thankfully there's minor bloodshed?
One thing is super clear to Sharky, though: uhhhh, Pratt is kinda fucked. He looks like he's waiting for Jacob Seed to roll up, like any second someone will round on them with an uzi and he'll have to Dep the fuck out. Or... Jacob the fuck out, maybe. And if that happens, then everyone's gonna think Sharky is one bad musical number away from psychosis, despite the fact that he has been coping like a fucking champ ever since Auntie Addie and Xander fucked off to Cuba. He absolutely cannot have Pratt ruining the vibe right now -- not right before a fucking excursion that may or may not involve murder games.]
H-Hey, soooo, you can probably feel it but you can move now, if you want. [Please don't run, dude, he doesn't think he could keep up.] That's the only part that you're forced to go through.
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Sharky isn't being compelled to hang out in the muster area, but boy he might as well be. There's no fucking way he's letting Pratt out of his sight until he knows the guy isn't gonna wail on the first fat-mouthed teenager to roll up on him. It looks like a pretty close call when the dude with the leis tries to lay a fat one on Pratt, but thankfully there's minor bloodshed?
One thing is super clear to Sharky, though: uhhhh, Pratt is kinda fucked. He looks like he's waiting for Jacob Seed to roll up, like any second someone will round on them with an uzi and he'll have to Dep the fuck out. Or... Jacob the fuck out, maybe. And if that happens, then everyone's gonna think Sharky is one bad musical number away from psychosis, despite the fact that he has been coping like a fucking champ ever since Auntie Addie and Xander fucked off to Cuba. He absolutely cannot have Pratt ruining the vibe right now -- not right before a fucking excursion that may or may not involve murder games.]
H-Hey, soooo, you can probably feel it but you can move now, if you want. [Please don't run, dude, he doesn't think he could keep up.] That's the only part that you're forced to go through.