"You've seen that TV show? I love that TV show." There's a kind of energy to Howard now, as if just being able to connect with someone over pop culture excites him. It reminds him not just of home, but of a life before everything went crazy. The days when he could curl up on the couch with his PSP and some soda and let the History Channel or VH1 run, back when he and his parents would watch American Idol at the dinner table, back when he and his mom used to make deals in the car that they could listen to songs off one of his favorite CDs if he put up with the morning news on the way to school.
It's still there, hanging over him, like the shadow of who he once was. There was once a kid inhabiting this body who worried about getting acne, not about getting his face slashed open; there was once a kid in this body who refused to eat anything with pickles, rather than stuffing himself with rotten tomatoes from Tomorrowland.
He gives Tim a curious look. "You mean dinosaurs didn't? You mean We're Back lied to me?"
Seriously, though, he didn't realize that, and that bothers him. He doesn't like the idea that Tim's marking him up as uneducated. Uneducated is different than stupid - having your enemy think you're stupid is a benefit. Having them think you're uneducated is just insulting.
And the truth is Howard has a seventh grade education.
Howard's already ransacked parts of Frontierland - the prop guns from the shooting gallery, for example, have all been taken and destroyed. But as he limps into the gallery he starts to collect other things, kicking through sharp splinters on the floor to find a piece of wire, a cable here, the drawer from a cash register there. All things that can be used and repurposed. His eyes dart around as he imagines ways these things can be used.
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It's still there, hanging over him, like the shadow of who he once was. There was once a kid inhabiting this body who worried about getting acne, not about getting his face slashed open; there was once a kid in this body who refused to eat anything with pickles, rather than stuffing himself with rotten tomatoes from Tomorrowland.
He gives Tim a curious look. "You mean dinosaurs didn't? You mean We're Back lied to me?"
Seriously, though, he didn't realize that, and that bothers him. He doesn't like the idea that Tim's marking him up as uneducated. Uneducated is different than stupid - having your enemy think you're stupid is a benefit. Having them think you're uneducated is just insulting.
And the truth is Howard has a seventh grade education.
Howard's already ransacked parts of Frontierland - the prop guns from the shooting gallery, for example, have all been taken and destroyed. But as he limps into the gallery he starts to collect other things, kicking through sharp splinters on the floor to find a piece of wire, a cable here, the drawer from a cash register there. All things that can be used and repurposed. His eyes dart around as he imagines ways these things can be used.