@thepasswordisstanford.
“ well, well, fiddleford, it’s quite the mind you’ve got here. ”
totally at ease in the mindscape where he belongs, the triangle lounges idly, checking non-existent fingernails for wear and tear. he took the leisure of rooting around once the engineer fell asleep, trying to take apart whatever ticked inside his mind. of course, he had no control without an official deal, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do some talking. after all, he had questions.
“ i mean, it’s not every day that you see so many self inflicted BLANK SPOTS. you’ve been using that little gun a lot, haven’t you? ”










