Wait. Sorry. That's not-- we're making idle chit-chat here, and that's not chit-chat talk.
[ LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN. ]
I'm fine.
[ Pause pause pause. ]
These little guys are still alive. There's even a lobster in here. So I was thinking, like... maybe we could let them go at the beach? And then go out for shellfish that somebody else killed for us after.
[ ANOTHER PAUSE. ]
Or is that a little morbid? Liberating these shellfish and then eating others...
You're either ethically for or against the killing of sea creatures for food.
Just because someone else kills them doesn't make them any less dead. It's just removing the responsibility from your hands. The creatures in the ocean are no less deserving of life than the ones in the bag.
[Someone isn't in a great mood, and maybe isn't so alright.]
What's wrong? Are you still upset about what happened in the forest?
I don't want to kill them. I have no preference whether you eat or release them, but choose one. It's so absurdly first world to dump a bunch of crustaceans back into the ocean only to turn around and go eat seafood at a restaurant.
Why it struck him more than any of the other ridiculous things Jeff Calhoun says, he doesn't know. Maybe because he saw with his own eyes how Jeff doesn't like to take matters into his own hands, burying his head in the sand when he doesn't like what he hears or sees.]
What do you want me to say? Come on over and have a cry against my shoulder?
[ He can't help but think about what his piece of shit specter had to say, to both him and Cam: you dodged a bullet. ]
I didn't have any plans to cry on anyone's shoulder, and if I did, it wouldn't be on your shoulder! I just wanted to talk to you after a bunch of heavy shit went down! And if this is you at fine, then I guess our first impressions of each other was right.
How do you expect me to talk about any of what was said when you don't even remember it happening? I would rather not relive that particular moment of my life, thank you very much.
It's bad enough I've had to deal with it twice, while you've conveniently forgotten I existed both times.
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I'm less fine!
Wait. Sorry. That's not-- we're making idle chit-chat here, and that's not chit-chat talk.
[ LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN. ]
I'm fine.
[ Pause pause pause. ]
These little guys are still alive. There's even a lobster in here. So I was thinking, like... maybe we could let them go at the beach? And then go out for shellfish that somebody else killed for us after.
[ ANOTHER PAUSE. ]
Or is that a little morbid? Liberating these shellfish and then eating others...
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Just because someone else kills them doesn't make them any less dead. It's just removing the responsibility from your hands. The creatures in the ocean are no less deserving of life than the ones in the bag.
[Someone isn't in a great mood, and maybe isn't so alright.]
What's wrong? Are you still upset about what happened in the forest?
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...
Okay. ]
We can kill them if you want?
[ HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY. And the next subject isn't all that comfortable, either, so we're 0 FOR 2. ]
...Yeah. Aren't you?
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It's not morbid. It's hypocritical.
[A breath. He needs one after that.]
No. It's over.
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[ To TRY and come up with something fun and silly and stupid after all the shit that went down. ]
Yeah, sure, it's over, and you're totally fine. Because being an asshole is just fine for you, right?
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[Cam knows what Jeff meant. He knows.
Why it struck him more than any of the other ridiculous things Jeff Calhoun says, he doesn't know. Maybe because he saw with his own eyes how Jeff doesn't like to take matters into his own hands, burying his head in the sand when he doesn't like what he hears or sees.]
What do you want me to say? Come on over and have a cry against my shoulder?
I just want to move on.
[Cam knows he's being uncharitable, too.]
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I didn't have any plans to cry on anyone's shoulder, and if I did, it wouldn't be on your shoulder! I just wanted to talk to you after a bunch of heavy shit went down! And if this is you at fine, then I guess our first impressions of each other was right.
You're an asshole, and I'm just a fucking idiot.
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I try my best to be perfect for the benefit of everyone around me, but sometimes I fall fucking short.
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I'm not disappointed that you're imperfect, jackass, I'm disappointed that you're taking your shit out on me instead of talking about it.
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It's bad enough I've had to deal with it twice, while you've conveniently forgotten I existed both times.
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Normally, he's more empathetic-- at least, he'd like to think so.
Right now he's riled up, so all he can do is let out a sharp, bitter laugh. ]
Yeah, it's so convenient I spent my early twenties trying to turn my brain into oatmeal. Which, by the way, I did just to fuck with you!
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And I doubt much has changed.
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ARE YOU FOR REAL?
If Jeff weren't so pissed right now, he'd almost find the pettiness adorable. Almost. ]
Yeah, shockingly, drug-addicted musicians tend to be assholes. You grew up in the 80s, man, how'd you miss all the PSAs?
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In a fit of pure pettiness: ]
Okaaay. So. I'm gonna say my reason for being less than perfect is better than yours.
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I'll give you that award.
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HE'S TRYING. ]
You know, right now? I'm so glad I never opened up to you about my past.
I'd hate to've given you even more ammo to throw back in my face.
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I think they call that 'playing yourself'.
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And I think this isn't a fucking game.
Whatever. Enjoy feeling like the world's biggest martyr.
[ HE'LL LEAVE YOU TO YOUR WALLOWING. ]