Peter whirled around to face the stooge who'd led him in. He had finally moved off the wall and had produced a file folder, which he slapped down on the table before them. Peter stared. "It speaks..."
"Shut up," the man said flatly. "Read the damn file."
Rather than argue and possibly earned them a trip down to buttkicksville, Peter simply raised a brow and leaned over the file, allowing Jessica to read along with him. A hasty look see had him puzzled already.
"...So you're sending us to Antarctica to fight weird monsters?" Peter blinked. "Is it the Thing? If it's the Thing I call Kurt Russel." He turned to his clone. "You can be Wilford Brimley."
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Peter whirled around to face the stooge who'd led him in. He had finally moved off the wall and had produced a file folder, which he slapped down on the table before them. Peter stared. "It speaks..."
"Shut up," the man said flatly. "Read the damn file."
Rather than argue and possibly earned them a trip down to buttkicksville, Peter simply raised a brow and leaned over the file, allowing Jessica to read along with him. A hasty look see had him puzzled already.
"...So you're sending us to Antarctica to fight weird monsters?" Peter blinked. "Is it the Thing? If it's the Thing I call Kurt Russel." He turned to his clone. "You can be Wilford Brimley."