I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Bad posters being flamed off the shoulder of the Sub-Forum. I've watched bad ideas glitter in the dark near the Spoiler Thread Gate. All these words will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die.
Blade Piece, One Runner
I have foreseen your words, what they amount to. And you will too with every passing chapter, expect to know it. You'll slowly see the bowl shape enclosing the waters you've swam in. You'll slowly recognize the large drain like abyss at the bottom. You'll come to see clearly the metallic handle up above, that moves ever downward as each successive story element takes place. And then you'll notice me sitting on the edge of the bowl.
As the waters start to swirl and churn you'll look up and shout "Save us!".
And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.'
Good theories are like American love.
They don't make them anymore….
Deckard: She's a bad theorizer, isn't she?
Tyrell: I'm impressed. How many questions does it usually take to spot them?
Deckard: I don't get it, Tyrell.
Tyrell: How many questions?
Deckard: Twenty, thirty, cross-referenced.
Tyrell: It took more than a hundred for Rachael, didn't it?
Deckard: [realizing Rachael believes she's a good theorizer] She doesn't know.
Tyrell: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
Deckard: Suspect? How can it not know what it is?
Holden: The fodder character is left behind on the island, its relevance slipping away, beating its legs trying to get itself into the crew, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Leon: [angry at the suggestion] What do you mean, I'm not helping?
Holden: I mean, you're not helping! Why is that, Leon?
[Leon has become visibly shaken]
Holden: They're just questions, Leon. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response… Shall we continue? Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... your favorite character.
Leon: My favorite character?
Leon: Let me tell you about my favorite character.
[Leon shoots Holden with a gun he had pulled out under the table]
Perona: Questions… Crew Numbers? Flashbacks? Character Colors?
Oda Assistant: Don't know, I don't know such stuff. I just do eyes, ju-, ju-, just eyes... just side art, just eyes. You Perona, huh? I design your eyes.
Perona: If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes!
Oda: We've already tried it - sob stories, character analysis, hints at your crew eligibility.. it created a story so stupid the comic was dead before it even left the printer.
Perona: Then being in a cover story, that would block the irrelevance.
Oda: Wouldn't obstruct relevance; but it does give rise to an end to that relevance, so that the newly formed side story carries with it a novelty factor - and you've got irrelevance again… but this, all of this is academic. You were made as well as we could make you.
Perona: But not to last.
Oda: The light that burns twice as bright burns for half as long - and you have burned so very, very brightly, Perona. Look at you: you're the Prodigal Daughter; you're quite a prize!
Perona: I've done... questionable things.
Oda: Also extraordinary things; revel in your time.
Perona: Nothing the God of mangaka wouldn't let you into heaven for....
[Perona crushes Oda's face in her hands]
Are you going to continue the story Zephos? It has its own thread now and everything!