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Yep, that defines Wally’s life: Statistically improbable and unusual.
I see Marx as a surfer—he knows the waves, he can read the currents and make them work for him by going along with him. He is a student of the great ocean and knows its ways, but he is under no illusions that he controls it, and he’s smart enough to know that there are sharks, and how to avoid them.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Or rather, out of toothbrush hell, into Topsider hell.
That’s a brush with death. Toothbrush, that is.
That can’t be good for the floor.
They’re also indestructible and possibly immortal, which is really NOT an upside.
Looks like they’re headed for a completely unknown part of the multiverse.
“Come along if you care. Come along if you dare.”
They always were complicated, but before the connection was broken, she had a map. Now she’s staring into an infinity of places that contains only a few places she might want to go, and a vastly greater number of places she absolutely doesn’t, and from where she’s standing, they all look alike.
You could probably fall into places that do not, strictly speaking, even quite exist, at least as physical, organic entities understand them.