Ahh John, that glib fucker. All of us have hated him since he started. That leathery handprint of a face, those smug stitches. Never says a fucking word. Just stares with those lifeless eyes. Somebody called him Wilson once, that, got his attention. Now that he’s one of us … yeah, well, he’s doomed too…
Twist: You’ve been in space for a couple years and there’s only one Ramirez, you have an aggressive brain tumor.
You’re Ramirez.
Yasssssss
And then, John was the Ramirez.
Ahh John, that glib fucker. All of us have hated him since he started. That leathery handprint of a face, those smug stitches. Never says a fucking word. Just stares with those lifeless eyes. Somebody called him Wilson once, that, got his attention. Now that he’s one of us … yeah, well, he’s doomed too…
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