The Scarecrow gave another hollow nod to what Remy was saying, trying to keep his mind off the doubts and questions that were starting to flood through him- not only were they going to make things worse for now, but all that thinking was bound to set off the clever little thing.
He shook his head- there was no use in fretting about the movie yet. For all he knew, he was over-thinking the issue, and he really didn't have the brains for that sort of unfounded worrying, even with his broken human thinker. He took a quick glance around the cafeteria, looking for someone he knew he could ask about the strange "Wizard of Oz" box he'd found in town. Perhaps Abe would know- he was a professional, after all.
Seeing Remy look his way, the Scarecrow returned his attention to the table. "Oh, I think a movie about most birds or rats could be interesting," he chimed in, filling the silence in the conversation, "if I'm getting the right idea from your explanation, that is. I'd rather not watch a movie about crows, though. They're more irritatin' than anything."
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He shook his head- there was no use in fretting about the movie yet. For all he knew, he was over-thinking the issue, and he really didn't have the brains for that sort of unfounded worrying, even with his broken human thinker. He took a quick glance around the cafeteria, looking for someone he knew he could ask about the strange "Wizard of Oz" box he'd found in town. Perhaps Abe would know- he was a professional, after all.
Seeing Remy look his way, the Scarecrow returned his attention to the table. "Oh, I think a movie about most birds or rats could be interesting," he chimed in, filling the silence in the conversation, "if I'm getting the right idea from your explanation, that is. I'd rather not watch a movie about crows, though. They're more irritatin' than anything."