[Even after it claims to know him, Constantine stares at the vegetable thing like there's something on its face. This is not what he took to bed with him last night.
The gears in the con artist's head turn and click and he derives the most logical conclusion that can explain everything his senses are telling him right now.]
I. Haven't. Dropped acid in years. I'll go easy on meself next time. Just-... I need a few minutes.
I'm so torn between which version now
The gears in the con artist's head turn and click and he derives the most logical conclusion that can explain everything his senses are telling him right now.]
I. Haven't. Dropped acid in years. I'll go easy on meself next time. Just-... I need a few minutes.