"That is a sweet poster," Newt says with an approving nod. "That movie scared the shit out of me when I was a kid, I showered with the curtain open for like two weeks after I saw it. And the violin screech? Damn, the music for those old horror flicks are so fantastic, the composition is just mind-blowing." He could go on and on about music and movies--especially monster and horror movies, he's never been able to get enough, though he can't remember the last time he'd even gone to see one.
He's propping the Godzilla and Psycho posters up side-by-side, beaming like a proud father at each one, when she points out a VCR and oh, right, they'd come here for a VCR because tape with maybe nothing, maybe death on it. "I'm sure you'd do a fine job, it could just be like, y'know... Oh, Newt, yeah, he was an okay guy and then you could just leave. I'm easy." He squints at the VCR, and he's pretty sure the last time he'd seen one was when he was just starting high school, like 1999 or something like that. But he'd taken it apart to make other things. "Well, at least if we don't die after watching this tape, I can get some other use out of the parts inside."
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He's propping the Godzilla and Psycho posters up side-by-side, beaming like a proud father at each one, when she points out a VCR and oh, right, they'd come here for a VCR because tape with maybe nothing, maybe death on it. "I'm sure you'd do a fine job, it could just be like, y'know... Oh, Newt, yeah, he was an okay guy and then you could just leave. I'm easy." He squints at the VCR, and he's pretty sure the last time he'd seen one was when he was just starting high school, like 1999 or something like that. But he'd taken it apart to make other things. "Well, at least if we don't die after watching this tape, I can get some other use out of the parts inside."