The water renews but does not shed its layers. No. It drags buried memories to the present. Once, below these waters, giant predators swam. Mythical. Those predators grew legs and made it to land. If they could do that, would it be so surprising if once, upon one of these times, witches had been here too? Each tale told upon this water informs the next story... and the next.
Victor
Apollo: Is that our guy? Patrice: Wow. Beige on beige. Tan man. Very fashionable. Who the fսck still drinks Tab? Okay, this is a man who has not been with a woman in a very long time. In years. Decades. One of these incel fat fսcks always posting heinous shit online about how no one appreciates how special he is and how women only want jerks.
Apollo: All right, all right. Calm down. This is the guy that's gonna give us a five-figure check, all right? But keep it up.
Patrice: I was wrong. This guy's never been with a woman.
Apollo: You wanna know what else he's probably never done? He's probably never joined a Baby Brian fan page.
Patrice: Hey.
