Oh. Hm. Sorry. I personally thought it would be kind of awkard to just blow through and continue, considering circumstances. But, uh, if everyone's saying "let' go," then let's go.
Dave flinched at the news that Fisher had a partner. And Slade? Wasn't that the name of the villain on that cartoon? He couln't remember if he'd read about someone named Slade...
And he wasn't sure what they thought ... what power could they get from him? Or maybe they were gonna give him some strange power ... And the strength of the desire for power? Dave had never really cared to be really powerful. Sure, he's had the occassional want for something like flight or control of time ... but those were surely only dreams.
And sure, he had control over certain aspects of this world. But not all. He wasn't sure he could change things while he was here
That's not true, said a voice.
His train of thought was cut off abruptly. Was that Daniel?
No. No, that was you, Dave. You know that you've been doing shit. Remember the Frosted Flakes? And how did you get Art's guns? I'm starting to think I really do have some supernatural powers.
And on the heels of that: Great, I get a superpower, and all I can do with it is move shit around. I can't even change the flow of time.
So he realized: Slade was, quite clearly, a bad guy in this story. And they would want Dave for their own nefarious purposes.
The joke would be on them in the end, Dave decided. While he may be a god of sorts - he knew deep down that he wasn't truly a god, but the similarities were too close to be ignored - he wasn't the sole dictator. So unless they found a way to bring the other writers here, Slade and his crew would never fully reach their goal.
He realized that nearly ten minutes had passed since he last contacted Daniel. What he said to Daniel was: Noted. I'll consider it.
And he did consider it briefly, but shortly thereafter decided that if they wanted him, they'd have to come find him.
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