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[They say anywhere, any time, your world can fracture and turn you on your head. In this case, it's when Blake was making a sandwich.
He goes to get a beer out of the fridge, and when he turns back, the whole kitchen table full of Thanksgiving leftovers is sitting on grass. He squints in the sudden sunshine. Looks like he's out in a field somewhere. Steve, who was holding the plates, sniffs the air with a curious snub?]
Right. It's about that time of year, isn't it.
[He gives his Snubbull a thoughtful look.] You know what? I don't even give a damn anymore.
[He takes a sandwich, sits down on the grass, and cracks open the beer. He gestures a toast to the sky.]
Monster Island, do your worst.
He goes to get a beer out of the fridge, and when he turns back, the whole kitchen table full of Thanksgiving leftovers is sitting on grass. He squints in the sudden sunshine. Looks like he's out in a field somewhere. Steve, who was holding the plates, sniffs the air with a curious snub?]
Right. It's about that time of year, isn't it.
[He gives his Snubbull a thoughtful look.] You know what? I don't even give a damn anymore.
[He takes a sandwich, sits down on the grass, and cracks open the beer. He gestures a toast to the sky.]
Monster Island, do your worst.
