" Howdy there, fella! It’s me, Fiddleford H. McGucket again… if ya recognize me. How ya doin’?
Ya got any tips on gettin’ Ford to talk to his brother? Or call him for that matter. (Ya’ll are technically the same person, right?) Been tryna convince him but oooo-boy! He’s stubborn as a mule ‘bout it.
(He also won’t listen ta me ‘bout the portal’s calculations, yeesh!)
Thank ya! Take care of yerself, smaller Stanferd! ”
[ @doublefords ]
Greetings, Fiddleford! I do recognize you, and I greatly appreciate your attempts to help my alternate self.
I don't think he'll listen to anything, honestly, I've found that alternate Stanfords are stubborn morons who can only listen to their own opinions rather than facts or Stanfords with experience. Your Stanford is no exception, and I frankly want him and every other one who won't listen to me to go through the awful things I've been put through just so- not what you asked.
I think one thing that might have convinced me when I was his age is knowing for sure how Stanley is doing. Not.. not well. I believe there's a spell you can use to potentially prove it to his denial-crazy self, you'll need a sentient mirror and the ability to rhyme with "wall" while asking your question. It's very insistent on the "mirror, mirror, on the wall" thing. (Or- surely there are other things, you could honestly ask him about it and he'd tell you without questioning it.)
Stan's probably living out of hotels, his car, he's on the run. If you can convince your Stanford to speak to him again it might save all three of you. I suggest not giving up on it, and making a point to highlight that there's a spare guest room and that he could afford a bunk bed anyway. And that he's within driving distance. And that he'll come right up to Oregon if he sent him a post card.
You're right about the portal, too. I'm.. so sorry if he doesn't end up listening to you.
Take care, F.