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Someone's gotta die today
And you have got the final say...
You
Or your crew
Ple-
Eddie inhaled loudly.
"Buck. You can't pause during every song." He rolled his eyes.
"I'm processing."
"Can't you process after the song?" He dropped his head against the back of the couch.
Chris mumbled something that sounded a lot like "The more you argue, the longer it takes...". They're never finishing EPIC.
"He can't kill his entire crew!!" Buck burst out, jumping to his feet. "Eddie! He can't kill his entire crew!"
"Hey! I didn't write the story!"
"They betrayed him, he should kill them." Chris shrugged.
"What! Christopher!" Buck gawked then whipped his head at Eddie with wide eyes. "Eddie!"
"...What?" Eddie shrugged, avoiding his gaze.
Buck gasped. "No... You agree?"
"Well..." He shrugged again.
"He already killed a baby! And six men!"
"It's Greek Mythology, Buck" He reminded him.
"That's crazy!!"
"It's not that crazy..." Eddie muttered. "I mean, if I was in his place, I'd kill the baby, the six men, hell the whole crew, to get back home to you and Chris."
Chris' jaw dropped.
Did his dad just compare Buck to Penelope?
"You'd kill a baby??" Buck gasped, affronted.
Eddie raised a finger. "In a greek mytholgy setting."
Buck crossed his arms, and flopped back down on the couch with pout.
He unpaused the video.
-ase don't make me do th-
"Again? Buck, seriously?" Eddie sighed. "He didn't even finish a sentence!"
"That's not me!"
"Dad... You'd do anything to get back to us?" Chris asked carefully.
With no hesitation, Eddie answered. "Of course."
"So, Buck's your Penelope." Chris concluded.
"Yes." He answered immediatly.
"What?"
"What?"
Buck: Isn't Shannon your Penelope?
Chris: I think Mom is Polites...
Eddie&Buck: 😮... 🤔... 😮...😳