Hank: “There you have it, genius, nothing to worry about. What did I tell you?”
Duke: “You told me that, I think. No, wait, I told you something then you said back to me something like that. I’m shivering up on the top of this rock thing.”
“Indeed, that is true. Help me understand man’s ingenuity and I might consider releasing your family.”
“Why get my hopes up? That’s why I don’t fuss with engines. I think it’s the best invention yet. The way minerals hit the glowing sun always causes me to speculate on what else is out there. Did you say something, Hank?”
“For those few seconds in time, you had quite the vocabulary and was caught off-guard.”
“Where’s a lifeguard? I can’t see what all the fuzz was about.”
“I mean, a floating rock is suppose to impress me. Are they serious?”
“Bingo the dog was a cereal hound, I think.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if this rock split in two.”
“Why did you have to speak like that, Hank? You hurt the rock’s feeling. See, he’s trembling with madness or something.”
“It might be too late to move. Hold on, Duke, and prepare yourself for much pain.”
“That was fun. Can we do that a second time?”
“We just had a rock split in half beneath our feet, nincompoop. How were you not affected?”
“I’ve been infected many times but have built up an immunity or something, I think.”
“You are easily amused. How about we pull ourselves together and jaunt towards the museum itself?”
“I like field trips, Hank. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess, now can you feel your legs?”
“I know they’re there. Wait, let me count.”
“You are quite the humorist.”
“Only on sometimes. Wait. I could really use some anchovy pizza.”
“How can you think of food while we’re in this predicament?”
“Pretty simple, I just think of how the fishes smile.”
Hank and Duke journey towards the Levitated Mass at Los Angeles County Museum of Art (pt. 2 of 2)
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[photo courtesy of Janine Saunders Sands]
Duke: “You told me that, I think. No, wait, I told you something then you said back to me something like that. I’m shivering up on the top of this rock thing.”
“Indeed, that is true. Help me understand man’s ingenuity and I might consider releasing your family.”
“Why get my hopes up? That’s why I don’t fuss with engines. I think it’s the best invention yet. The way minerals hit the glowing sun always causes me to speculate on what else is out there. Did you say something, Hank?”
“For those few seconds in time, you had quite the vocabulary and was caught off-guard.”
“Where’s a lifeguard? I can’t see what all the fuzz was about.”
“I mean, a floating rock is suppose to impress me. Are they serious?”
“Bingo the dog was a cereal hound, I think.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if this rock split in two.”
“Why did you have to speak like that, Hank? You hurt the rock’s feeling. See, he’s trembling with madness or something.”
“It might be too late to move. Hold on, Duke, and prepare yourself for much pain.”
“That was fun. Can we do that a second time?”
“We just had a rock split in half beneath our feet, nincompoop. How were you not affected?”
“I’ve been infected many times but have built up an immunity or something, I think.”
“You are easily amused. How about we pull ourselves together and jaunt towards the museum itself?”
“I like field trips, Hank. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess, now can you feel your legs?”
“I know they’re there. Wait, let me count.”
“You are quite the humorist.”
“Only on sometimes. Wait. I could really use some anchovy pizza.”
“How can you think of food while we’re in this predicament?”
“Pretty simple, I just think of how the fishes smile.”
“Oh, Duke.”
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