TorchMLP: So you did the entirety of Bothering Bowman over skype?
Neon: That we did, Torch
nightmares06: Oh my god it was the worst decision ever XD
Neon: We edited it after the fact, but getting it written was a bit of a pill
BorrowedTime24601B: Didja just copy/paste, or?
nightmares06: XD Copy paste and then go Fuuuuu when no formatting came over
Neon: Lessons were learned
The image of a bunch of Deans trying to fish out of a tiny tank is now stuck in my head. All in their nice chairs from his dream along the lake, chilling in a circle.
I think a small pond would do nicely for everyone. It gives the little guys a chance to try it out, with one of the humans supervising, then the rest of the humans can set up a few feet away and they can see who catches the most, instead of the largest (since clearly the little guys would lose that).
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May 27th excerpt:
Dean lifted up the measuring tape and dangled it close to Jacob. “It’ll only take a second.”
Jacob made a flat look at the tape measure, and at the notepad Dean had dragged closer. “No thanks,” he answered, sidling away from both pointedly. He had a feeling that the number, no matter how close or far it was from his estimation, wouldn’t be very encouraging at all. He was still small enough for Dean to drop in a pocket. “I already know I’m not winning any height contests here, so there’s no need.”
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Bowman Lost Excerpt
“Well, Bowman, let’s get going,” the giant said, putting a teasing sort of emphasis on Bowman’s name. The tupperware soared into the air. Bowman’s heart tried to stay behind.
“Please,” he said, for the first time since he’d begun his shouting at the giant. Now, his voice was reedy and quiet. “Please just let me go.”
Well, thanks to this chart here made by @torchmlp, we know that Sam and Dean weight a little less than three crayons each if we compare them at 1/19th of Jacob’s size.
Jacob lifted weights in school, and has a stronger build than either brother. People have clung to buildings with their fingertips holding up their weight before, when their life depends on it, so with one finger, if Jacob can get all the regular-sized guys in the lounge to fit on one, he can likely lift all of them. Throw in the smols and Rumsfeld and Bobby, he’s still not going to have a problem.
Jacob would probably run out of room for more people before he started to feel too much strain of their weight. Then they’d have a giant who was worried about them all tumbling off the side, so the little guys had better be in pockets for this experiment. Jacob would be so amused by all these little guys trying to test out his strength.
I can almost imagine Sherlock being torn between helping to add weight and wanting to write all this down.
May 26th excerpt:
“Alright, I got something, are you happy?” Jacob asked, sounding as flustered as he looked.
“Hmm…” Dean thought about it, then decided on “No.” He didn’t bother forcing Jacob to get anything else, but he did pinch off a piece of his burger. “I’m as big a fan of french fries as the next guy, but I’d hardly call it a balanced meal by any standards.”
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Bowman Lost Excerpt
The giant sighed, its huge voice slightly muffled. “You don’t get tired easy, do you?”
“Well, I’m really tired of you ignoring me, but otherwise, I could do this all day!” Bowman snapped.
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