"Well, 'thing' is pretty unclear, also - implanting a Thing your great great Granddaddy, shouldn't alter your DNA. This ain't onna those 'I'm 1/39th Native American' things, is it?"
He holds his hands a few inches apart. "It looked like a silver leech thing. And don't ask me about DNA, I don't know how it works or how it's supposed to work. I just know that it was implanted ol' Freddy and continued down the line."
"I said my great-great granddad, right? How long do you think he lived? I found this out from the alien robot. And my great-great uncle who'd been kept on ice by the robot."
"Wait, how much of your family has had alien contact? And what are the chances that so much of your family get caught up by one guy or that you run into him?"
He was starting to think that Fitz's life was a series of very Unlikely Events, perpetually strung together.
"That's actually the part that makes the most sense, 'cause they're connected. Pretty big odds that it would be my family - though there were other families caught up too - but once that happened, the following alien encounters were from that."
He tilts his head, as he thinks that's an odd way to phrase it. "When did I say we weren't? He knows people I do, so I assume it'd be pretty unlikely if we weren't."
"Well shit." And what were the chances of that. "Suppose that's no rarer than someone I know bein' here." It was half rationalized to himself before he could be given too much shit for it.
"Huh, interesting. Oh, wait, no, that's dumb as fuck. You gave me shit about 'how could an alien effect your DNA' and now you're saying that actually family being picked up by an alien makes sense because of DNA stuff?"
"Does the Admiral count as Alien or Magic?" It was all countered smoothly, easily and without so much as a blink at Fitz's criticism. "Us gettin'.. Summoned here, offered the deal is quite a bit different than havin' somethin' put in you. Goin' on some kind of faith that whatever happens when we overboard doesn't alter our genetic structure."
"Sorry, you're not making this any less embarrassing for yourself. Ready Freddie, as he probably wasn't called, was one of a number of twins picked up by an alien robot that did this all over. You were randomly selected out of countless universes, times and places. One of these is a lot less unlikely then the other."
"I'd say, definitely. The real question is whether they go away when we come back. Which I'd say... also probably yes. Though I suppose I haven't fully verified there's no dinosaur lurking around in my DNA."
"Dinosaur DNA? Don't say that too loud, I don't want her gettin' ideas. The real question is, do you get anythin' fun outta it? Prehensile tail or somethin'?"
"I don't even know if I was the type of dinosaur with a prehensile tail. I don't even know if dinosaurs have those. They've never been a big interest of mine."
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"I'm sure one of 'em does. Considering how much weird shit has evolved over the years. Flint turned into somethin' about the size of a horse, if that makes ya feel any better. Feathers and all. Never cared much about Dinosaurs either, outside of the movie Jurassic Park, but anyone in my era is familiar with it."
His grin turned shit eating.
"No urge to go chasin' after the chickens to eat 'em raw, right?"
"I think that was on Sam's list of films never to watch with a time traveler. Not sure if it was 'cause of pointing out what was wrong or the danger of ending up on a trip to the actual Jurassic world. I'm sure Flint made a lovely dinosaur."
In his most deadpan tone. He gives Raylan a look.
"Considering I was a herbivore, that would be all me. Reasonable response to forced vegetarian life."
"What, that's not the fun of watchin' 'em, you tearin' them apart?" While he didn't take in movies often anymore, he did appreciate a good ribbing of a bad movie.
Raylan took the flat look with a somewhat bemused smirk.
"If you can hold those horses, I can promise that you're first in line for fried chicken once the flock is a little bigger. Sweeny might have an issue with me takin' a bird off the top, but it's my effort goin' into makein' sure they don't die, starve, or launch themselves off the side."
"Not for me." His world has expanded a lot, but Fitz still loves films the same way he always has: as an escape. He can have a lot of fun making fun of something bad, but he doesn't seek out bad movies by choice.
"Considering how stupid chickens are, you're doing a real vital service."
"I am, for everyone's stomach and the sheer amount of shit the produce. But the soil likes it and I can admit I'm startin' to get fond of the whole exercise. That tune might change once we get to slaughter." He was going to have to start thinking about that system. Buckets, they'd need buckets.
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"And how do you know Ol' Freddy wasn't full'a shit? Arlo told more lies than a snakes heartbeat per minute."
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He was starting to think that Fitz's life was a series of very Unlikely Events, perpetually strung together.
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"Are you sure you and Norton aren't from a similar slice of spacetime?"
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"Well shit." And what were the chances of that. "Suppose that's no rarer than someone I know bein' here." It was half rationalized to himself before he could be given too much shit for it.
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"Iris, too. Which isn't exactly shocking, considering that we have people who went to the same school here. And brothers..." Who's your inmate again?
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"Family is different. More connections, I'd think. Some-" He waves a hand. "DNA, gene shit, I dunno."
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"I don't think we're randomly selected. You're not a twin, are you?"
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His grin turned shit eating.
"No urge to go chasin' after the chickens to eat 'em raw, right?"
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In his most deadpan tone. He gives Raylan a look.
"Considering I was a herbivore, that would be all me. Reasonable response to forced vegetarian life."
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Raylan took the flat look with a somewhat bemused smirk.
"If you can hold those horses, I can promise that you're first in line for fried chicken once the flock is a little bigger. Sweeny might have an issue with me takin' a bird off the top, but it's my effort goin' into makein' sure they don't die, starve, or launch themselves off the side."
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"Considering how stupid chickens are, you're doing a real vital service."
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"I am, for everyone's stomach and the sheer amount of shit the produce. But the soil likes it and I can admit I'm startin' to get fond of the whole exercise. That tune might change once we get to slaughter." He was going to have to start thinking about that system. Buckets, they'd need buckets.
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