[This is so much easier doing over a bracelet than anywhere else. For the first time since his arrival, Whale is thankful for this tacky teal glorified magical bluetooth.
But that good feeling is quickly crushed as Will keeps talking modern thoughts on Frankenstein, ha ha ha.....oh was he the king of mixed feelings about that. As such, he looked a bit embarrassed at the thought of neck bolts, green facepaint and Boris Karloff. He knew. Because of the curse, the residents of Storybrooke had their lives immortalized in books of fairy tales. Whale had his immortalized in horror movie marathons and comedy films involving mangled singing of "Puttin On The Ritz."
He really hated that song.]
Between your accused psychosis and me resurrecting dead bodies, we're just one vampire away from a horror movie marathon, [Whale remarked, bitterly.] And before you ask, no, I don't know any vampires.
[The bitterness continued for a few moments, but then started to abate as Will continued to talk, as he mentioned his Ah. Everything is more complicated. And by that he meant drastically more complicated. Whale overlooks the comparison between himself and Will's psycho doctor mostly because he knew he had his reasons for doing what he did. His reasons were first to stop death, then to revive his brother, then to fix his brother. This guy...in Whale's mind 'too see what would happen' was just as much of a scientific reason as 'shits and giggles:' things you do with chemicals and machines, not with actual people.]
Well, if your friend shows up, I'll punch him in the face, [Whale simply responds, trying to get things back on the joking side of things, not trying to think too much about the fact that Will's friend, Alana's mentor was trying to drive the man insane...or at least, in Will's mind his friend and Alana's mentor was trying to drive him insane. The thought of the encephalitis lingered in the back of Whale's mind. While he didn't know if it caused delusions or not, the clocks were enough to suggest that something wasn't right with Will Graham. The sleepwalking was enough to suggest that something wasn't right with Will Graham. And, while Whale would gladly believe that Will didn't cause those murders that he mentioned, didn't cannibalize someone, could his surgeon/psychiatrist/gourmet chef friend be behind this, or was Will simply searching for an answer to tie up the mystery of who killed those women?]
What's this guy's name, anyway?
[because needless to say, if Mr. Gourmet Chef Psychiatrist shows up, Whale's going to have some interesting conversations with the man.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP2srT6hh2Y this was the one in my head which is like 10x worse
But that good feeling is quickly crushed as Will keeps talking modern thoughts on Frankenstein, ha ha ha.....oh was he the king of mixed feelings about that. As such, he looked a bit embarrassed at the thought of neck bolts, green facepaint and Boris Karloff. He knew. Because of the curse, the residents of Storybrooke had their lives immortalized in books of fairy tales. Whale had his immortalized in horror movie marathons and comedy films involving mangled singing of "Puttin On The Ritz."
He really hated that song.]
Between your accused psychosis and me resurrecting dead bodies, we're just one vampire away from a horror movie marathon, [Whale remarked, bitterly.] And before you ask, no, I don't know any vampires.
[The bitterness continued for a few moments, but then started to abate as Will continued to talk, as he mentioned his Ah. Everything is more complicated. And by that he meant drastically more complicated. Whale overlooks the comparison between himself and Will's psycho doctor mostly because he knew he had his reasons for doing what he did. His reasons were first to stop death, then to revive his brother, then to fix his brother. This guy...in Whale's mind 'too see what would happen' was just as much of a scientific reason as 'shits and giggles:' things you do with chemicals and machines, not with actual people.]
Well, if your friend shows up, I'll punch him in the face, [Whale simply responds, trying to get things back on the joking side of things, not trying to think too much about the fact that Will's friend, Alana's mentor was trying to drive the man insane...or at least, in Will's mind his friend and Alana's mentor was trying to drive him insane. The thought of the encephalitis lingered in the back of Whale's mind. While he didn't know if it caused delusions or not, the clocks were enough to suggest that something wasn't right with Will Graham. The sleepwalking was enough to suggest that something wasn't right with Will Graham. And, while Whale would gladly believe that Will didn't cause those murders that he mentioned, didn't cannibalize someone, could his surgeon/psychiatrist/gourmet chef friend be behind this, or was Will simply searching for an answer to tie up the mystery of who killed those women?]
What's this guy's name, anyway?
[because needless to say, if Mr. Gourmet Chef Psychiatrist shows up, Whale's going to have some interesting conversations with the man.]