[ It's not a snippy question, or a passive-aggressive one. It's rather sincere. This guy just met Marty, dressed as a cowboy asking the weirdest questions. This guy sounded like he was crazy -and looked like it too-, but Marty refused to call in security. There was something….different about him. Something in his head is screaming for Marty to think just a little harder…but he can't.
The next question ties him up a bit. Is he happy?
Something in his brain tells him to say yes. Marty opens his mouth, about ready to answer the question like that, but stops. There's something being repressed. He remembers ghosts, being captured. The only way to make things stop was to tell the truth. So say it, Marty. ]
I…don't know. [ Not the answer they're looking for, probably. ] Don't tell 'em I said that, though.
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[ It's not a snippy question, or a passive-aggressive one. It's rather sincere. This guy just met Marty, dressed as a cowboy asking the weirdest questions. This guy sounded like he was crazy -and looked like it too-, but Marty refused to call in security. There was something….different about him. Something in his head is screaming for Marty to think just a little harder…but he can't.
The next question ties him up a bit. Is he happy?
Something in his brain tells him to say yes. Marty opens his mouth, about ready to answer the question like that, but stops. There's something being repressed. He remembers ghosts, being captured. The only way to make things stop was to tell the truth. So say it, Marty. ]
I…don't know. [ Not the answer they're looking for, probably. ] Don't tell 'em I said that, though.