Don’t worry I didn’t know either, but from what I know it’s from this fan made video with Bill and Ford, and Stanford uses “gentle persuasion” (if ykwim) and at the end he said “I did it, I saved the town!”
Stanford had lost all hope, he needed to bring his brother back, even if it meant sacrificing his own sanity again.
“I like when you beg sixer, but no can do!”
Bill laughed in his face, then argued back.
“Shouldn’t have called our deal off brainiac.”
Stanford held his brother’s cold body in his arms, he had brought him inside and laid him on his lab bench.
“Bill you bastard! I gave you everything, for once do something for me!”
As soon and he shouted that, bill whipped around.
“Listen here smartass, I was the one who helped you discover your true potential, but you gave it all up after that hillbilly left you! It’s not my fault you shot your brother!”
Bill vanished after that, his words filling up Stanford and leaving sick feeling in his stomach.
After he left, he searched his library for anything the could help, he just needed a push in the right direction, maybe then he could come back.
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“Well, hes is family, he won’t bite!”
Stanley knocks on the door of his twin brother, after 20 years he finally faces him again, would he hug him? Yell at him for ruining his career? Or just starts crying? He goes to ring the doorbell when..
“WHO ARE YOU? HAVE YOU COME TO STEAL MY EYE-“
Blood.
Blood on his brother’s body.
“Stanley…?”
“STANLEY! I’M SO SORRY STANLEY!”
He rushes to hold his brother, attempting to reverse on what he’s done
“Stanfordq a..”
“Stanley stay with me! I’m so sorry!”
Stanley looks at him, then closes his eyes.
He’s gone.
Stanford pines killed his own brother.
“Sh!t!” He screams, hoping that anything can bring him back.
After a couple seconds, he brings his body inside, then to his lab.
Rest in peace to the 2,996 Americans who died on 9/11/2001. And R.I.P to 4.5 million Iraqis, Syrians, Yemenis, Afghans, and Pakistanis who were bombed, maimed, starved, and tortured in the name of oil and American interests.
Tomorrow is the first day of Ramadan in Palestine. In Gaza, hunger is already part of daily life. During Ramadan, we fast from dawn until sunset, with no food and no water.
My children, Layan, Sarah, and Adam, want to fast like Muslim children around the world.I just wish I could encourage them by telling them that something delicious is waiting for them at iftar, like every fasting child deserves.
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In Gaza, where conflict looms over daily life, children’s dreams remain a ray of hope. Abdul Rahim, a young boy, dreams of becoming a famous artist, using his drawings to tell the world about the beauty of his homeland. Walid, on the other hand, dreams of playing football in a big stadium, representing his country despite the obstacles around him. Majdi, a cat lover, dreams of becoming a kind person and helping children. Majdi, who dreams of opening an animal shelter to care for animals in Gaza. Even in the midst of war, these children cling to their dreams, believing that one day, despite the difficulties, they will achieve their goals. Their dreams are not only about personal success, but also about shedding light on a world filled with darkness. These dreams symbolize the resilience of Gaza’s children, showing that hope and determination can survive even the most difficult circumstances.
In the heart of the ongoing war, Shaima lives with her four children, constantly struggling with pain and waiting. Her husband, who was once the source of security and happiness, left a long time ago, facing the challenges of war far from them. Every day, Shaima makes earnest efforts to keep life going despite the hardships. She strives to provide food and shelter while trying to instill hope in the hearts of her children, who are still waiting for their father’s return, a father they know little about other than his absence. Her four children, despite their young age, carry great hopes in their hearts. The eldest, who everyone sees as the "little father," dreams of their father returning to embrace them as he did in the past. The youngest, on the other hand, wakes up at night searching for his father's voice, wishing for his return to feel safe again. Shaima's dream is every mother’s dream in this war: for her husband to return safely so they can live together again in peace and security. She dreams of the days when her husband filled their home with joy, and she prays for the end of the war so their family can reunite once more. Yet, amid the destruction and tears, hope remains their strength. Shaima knows that her patience and resilience are what keep the family going. Despite the difficult days, she continues to resist, dreaming of the moment when her family will be whole again, with her husband and the father of her children back home.