Scientists just seem to act so squirrely
How to pass for normal just a while.
A duplicate incinerated worry.
Cross-dressing Wilkin’s safe, and dressed in style.
Late before, the Cypress swamp gets busy.
I guess every hidden refuge isn’t nice.
And it takes the cake to meet an end so grisly.
With a scientist who made a mad device.
So he tells them he is one thing.
Not a duplicate who’s taking up their time.
But they know that his scan has proven nothing.
He had made the gear and covered up his crime.
You can’t hide those swampy eyes.
And your shirt’s not a good disguise.
I can’t believe they don’t realize
There’s no way that they’ll abide those swampy eyes.
They start up, and form themselves a lynch mob.
He know they’d extirpate him, and they should.
At any time, they know that it’s a snow job.
He’d never help out Wilkin if he could.
My, oh my, he sure knew how to derange things.
He started out so well, so in the loop.
Is it funny, how those sixteen hours changed things?
He’s not the genius madman of the troop.
You can’t hide those swampy eyes.
And your shirt’s not a good disguise.
I can’t believe they don’t realize
There’s no way that they’ll abide those swampy eyes.
—from “Lyin’ Eyes,” Don Henley and Glenn Frey / the Eagles. (The short version.)
Tip brings out the best in everyone! 😉
He brings out the best and the worst in everyone.
Peirson’s got to convince them he’s not a duplicate. For starters, he should take off that sweater.
You’re being helpful, that’s soooooooo out of character.
There’s a character in Fallout 4 whose family suspects he’s a synth because they woke up one morning and suddenly he wasn’t a jackass.
I have to admire Peirson’s commitment to being scientific and objective about the facts no matter where the results might lead. ^_^
I can’t wait to see their faces when I spring, cause they think that I’m a dog but I’m the thing! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8faq5amdK30
With all thy suspecting, suspect thyself/
You can actually win at Clue by successfully proving yourself guilty.
My strategy was to constantly accuse myself until I got someone to show me my card.
If you successfully do so, the sportsmanlike thing is to ham it up and cackle as you confess the deed. Pretending to twirl your mustache is optional.
“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot. But when you find the time… I’d rather not spend the rest of the winter TIED TO THIS FUCKING COUCH!”
Oh, quit whining. This might be the safest place in the entire base soon.
They could try cutting a small bit of him off and burn it to see if it smells like burning mulch.
Oh, Oh – or they could give him the absorbancy test – stick him in a bucket of water and see if his roots soak it up!
Or sprinkle him with Round-Up and see if he turns into shriveled up leaves.
So, if you shrivel and die, you were a double. If you die of cancer, you were not. I like it.
Oh, please… Everything causes cancer. (In California, even coffee has a cancer warning.)
Anyone living long enough to die of cancer, in an Anasigma base, would count as a personal failure to Pierson, I’m sure.
…I’m kind of expecting Eris to discover she’s a double when her cup of neurotoxin stops having its usual effect!
I mean, it’s an organophosphate. Cancer is just how it kills you slowly.
Scientists just seem to act so squirrely
How to pass for normal just a while.
A duplicate incinerated worry.
Cross-dressing Wilkin’s safe, and dressed in style.
Late before, the Cypress swamp gets busy.
I guess every hidden refuge isn’t nice.
And it takes the cake to meet an end so grisly.
With a scientist who made a mad device.
So he tells them he is one thing.
Not a duplicate who’s taking up their time.
But they know that his scan has proven nothing.
He had made the gear and covered up his crime.
You can’t hide those swampy eyes.
And your shirt’s not a good disguise.
I can’t believe they don’t realize
There’s no way that they’ll abide those swampy eyes.
They start up, and form themselves a lynch mob.
He know they’d extirpate him, and they should.
At any time, they know that it’s a snow job.
He’d never help out Wilkin if he could.
My, oh my, he sure knew how to derange things.
He started out so well, so in the loop.
Is it funny, how those sixteen hours changed things?
He’s not the genius madman of the troop.
You can’t hide those swampy eyes.
And your shirt’s not a good disguise.
I can’t believe they don’t realize
There’s no way that they’ll abide those swampy eyes.
—from “Lyin’ Eyes,” Don Henley and Glenn Frey / the Eagles. (The short version.)
I think I’ve got everything all figured out. Shaenon and Jeff eat Welsh rarebit every night at bedtime… whatever they dream is Skin Horse fuel!
Technically, alternate universe versions aren’t duplicates…
I don’t think this is a particularly clever guess, but in case it’s new to anybody (please don’t reveal the answer) —
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I think it’s the beard combined with his general demeanor, but I’m definitely hearing William Atherton’s voice coming out of Dr. Peirson.