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[fordmidable]

*writing notes in his new journal.*

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[somethingricked]

Jeez, c-can anyone even read your handwriting?

[fordmidable]

[Ford glares at the stranger with an annoyed look.]

Do you randomly look at things that don't belong to you?

[somethingricked]

Sorry I interrupted your little poetry writing session or - or whatever, W. B Yeats.

[fordmidable]

[Another glare]

I'm working...and the name is Standford...Standford Pines.

[somethingricked]

[ Rick kicks back and takes his flask out of his pocket. ]

Psh, writers. [ He says dismissively. ]

[ The man unscrews the cap, chugging a few mouthfuls, still under the impression Ford is some kind of creative. ]

[fordmidable]

I'm a scientist thank you very much. I study anomalies in a town called Gravity Falls.

If you want a poet talk to my brother Stanley he's the liar of the family.

[somethingricked]

[ He perks up a bit. ]

Really now? Small multiverse. You said your name is..Standford, r*urrp* r-right?

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Wait..you're not the type of guy who runs around in - in the woods looking for bigfoot droppings on those shitty scam TV shows, are you?

[fordmidable]

God no....I've actually seen things those damm scam artists would pee their pants over.

[A tight nod]

Yes Standford Pines. And you are?

[somethingricked]

[ Rick still isn't sure if this guy is the real deal or not. ]

Like what?

[ He's a bit curious if this guy's found anything good. ]

Rick Sanchez.

[fordmidable]

Eye bats, zombies

[The easiest stuff that Ford can think of to admit to. That way the guy can laugh him off as a nut without seeming stupid.]

Nice to meet you Mr. Sanchez.

[citationneeded]

[ Tailgate peers down at Standford's journal. ]

Whatcha doin?

[somethingricked]

That's i-it?

[ He doesn't really know what an eye bat is, though. He still seems unimpressed by said findings. ]

Just Rick is fine, buddy. No need to get all formal. This isn't a - a board meeting.

[fordmidable]

How do you know of the multiverse?

[Ford is used to being blunt. You had to be when living for thirty years in another dimension.]

[fordmidable]

[Ford looks up and doesn't even blink at the robot in front of him. He's seen stranger.]

Making notes in my journal.

[citationneeded]

[ Tailgate is far more interested in the journal. And he is going to just ask countless stupid questions. ]

What are you making notes about? Are those notes about those hairs on your face?

[fordmidable]

[Ford shakes his head a chuckles. It sounds like a question Mable might ask him, strange as she is.]

No...it's notes about all the strange things that happen in this town.

[citationneeded]

What kind of strange things?

[fordmidable]

Eye bats, zombies, games that come to life..robots.

[citationneeded]

[ His visor lights up in horror. ]

Eye bats?! Where?! [ He turns his head from left to right at the mention of such an evil monstrosity. ] Did they turn into zombies? Or did they eat the zombies?!

[somethingricked]

Because limiting y-y-yourself to one reality gets reallly boring after a *burpp* while.