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Nathan was confused and didn’t know how to express it.
Confusion was not an unfamiliar experience for Nathan, nor was the inability to articulate his thoughts in a manner he was happy with. Usually, in situations like this, he would wrestle with the matter for a few minutes, and either get bored and give up or brute force his way through it. But this current situation, Nathan could see, would require something more.
It was Ofdensen.
Or rather, it was what Toki and Skwisgaar were saying about him. They hadn’t shut up about it the entire way home after the concert. It had irritated Nathan, Pickles, and Murderface. They’d seen a guy’s eyes burst and his intestines explode, their way out of his mouth. It was way more metal than getting saved by Ofdensen. Hell, getting saved by Ofdensen was gay. The guy was a shrimp, a pencil pushing robot shrimp. If Skwisgaar and Toki needed saving by the admin guy, then they were wimps.
Except Nathan kind of believed them when they denied his accusation.
“Nah, he was cool!” Toki said. “Like a super ninja.”
“He was badass,” Skwisgaar agreed. “Though I would have saved us if I had to.”
“No way you could have done that.” Toki jumped up and tried to re-enact what had apparently happened. It looked like he was fighting invisible bees. “Then he.” Toki jerked one of his arms up. “And then.” He did a poor rendition of a roundhouse kick. “And splash, the dildo was in the river.”
“Sounds like bullshit.” Pickles shivered beside Nathan. “Ofdensen is a square, a total pencil pusher. Couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.”
“But he did!”
And so, the debate raged on the entire way home. It stopped once they got home, and Ofdensen made a reappearance with offers of food and alcohol. Nathan had gone inside with the boys. He wanted hot food, about 600 beers and then his bed. He managed about 15 beers before the combination of burgers, beer, and stress pushed him to fall asleep on the sofa.