Ben says, tiredly, “It’s not what you don’t have, that we have. It’s what we can do, that you can’t.”
“What?” Leslie asks, worry in her voice.
Ben places his hands against the glass, the chill working into his bones, and says, still tiredly: “Kill.”
What I love about when you write Parks and Rec is that you see the little gaps where it has the room to become something fairly dark, and you take advantage of them.
(Given the above, however, I'm just a little surprised that Ron didn't become a Jaeger pilot. I bet he wouldn't let anyone test him, though.)
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Ben says, tiredly, “It’s not what you don’t have, that we have. It’s what we can do, that you can’t.”
“What?” Leslie asks, worry in her voice.
Ben places his hands against the glass, the chill working into his bones, and says, still tiredly: “Kill.”
What I love about when you write Parks and Rec is that you see the little gaps where it has the room to become something fairly dark, and you take advantage of them.
(Given the above, however, I'm just a little surprised that Ron didn't become a Jaeger pilot. I bet he wouldn't let anyone test him, though.)