Simon ignores the jab about his lack of a sense of humor. Maybe because it’s true.
“It’s the movie.” Matt gives him a blank look, so Simon continues, “You know, The Mist. Based on the Stephen King book. We’re in it. Or whatever the hell is going on is pretending we are. The fog and the monsters in the fog—hell, I can’t remember exactly when it came out but what do you want to bet it was 2007? We’re in the movie.”
There’s more people gathering by the doors now, this time with—
“Where the fuck did they find those guns? This can’t end well.”
no subject
“It’s the movie.” Matt gives him a blank look, so Simon continues, “You know, The Mist. Based on the Stephen King book. We’re in it. Or whatever the hell is going on is pretending we are. The fog and the monsters in the fog—hell, I can’t remember exactly when it came out but what do you want to bet it was 2007? We’re in the movie.”
There’s more people gathering by the doors now, this time with—
“Where the fuck did they find those guns? This can’t end well.”