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Ford was sitting at the kitchen table of the Mystery Shack letting Mabel paint his nails. Ford wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, something about a trip to New York with Shermie. His mind was elsewhere, Weirdmageddon, Bill, the future. He was suddenly brought to awareness when Mabel brought up their visit to the World Trade Center memorial.
The what? Memorial? Ford was gone for 30 years. What could have happened to the World Trade Center in that time? His brow furrowed.
“I'm sorry Mabel the memorial? Memorial to what?” Ford asked, looking puzzled.
“OH! Uhhh…” Mabel pauses, “The memorial for the twin towers” She seemed unsure on how to explain 9/11 to her Grunkle. “DIPPER!” She yells.
Dipper walks into the room. “What's up Mabel?” He asks, confused.
Mabel nods to Ford and mouths “He doesn't know about 9/11”
“OH! Oh.” Dipper nods “So Grunkle Ford-” his voice was unsure, “While you were gone there were a lot of things changing. See in 2001 there was this group of terrorists called al-Qaeda and they hijacked 4 passenger planes to crash into civilian buildings” Dipper paused and looked at Mabel with an expression that read ‘help me out here.’ Mabel did not respond. “So when they got control of 2 of the planes they flew them into the twin towers, they flew 1 into the Pentagon and-”
Before Dipper could continue his sentence Ford blurted out, “They hit the fucking Pentagon?!?!?!”
“Yes-” Dipper winces, he had never heard his Grunkle swear before. “The 4th plane was luckily crashed in a field, however no one on it survived.”
Ford still in shock muttered, “The fucking Pentagon”.