[Look out, Kimblee, here comes another one of those long thoughtful silences that just might end in another brain-cruncher. What Kimblee said made some sense. The girl with the Duskull didn't understand his game speak. Was it that...he and the other arcade games were just so oldschool that the new ones didn't even think of themselves as games anymore? Ralph had known he was an 8-bit villain for thirty years. He lived in the woods. They moved his stump. He wrecked their building. Day after day after day, quarter after quarter. He'd never known any different.]
[He tried to think of how weird it had to feel to these other 'out of the loop' people. Kimblee obviously knew his stuff. What he said sounded like a real problem. Ralph was pretty sure that if he tried to wrap his head any further around the idea of 'not a game' that he'd have a code aneurysm.]
Welp. That sounds like quite a pickle you got there, Mr. Kimberly. I'll do what I can.
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[He tried to think of how weird it had to feel to these other 'out of the loop' people. Kimblee obviously knew his stuff. What he said sounded like a real problem. Ralph was pretty sure that if he tried to wrap his head any further around the idea of 'not a game' that he'd have a code aneurysm.]
Welp. That sounds like quite a pickle you got there, Mr. Kimberly. I'll do what I can.
[He offers a freakishly large hand for a shake.]