"Yeah, exactly, the electricity stays in your body, which is where it is right now," Mac gestures at his neck, around where the taser is supposed to be, "and it doesn't burn you on the way out, which is what kills you. Believe me, dude, I've studied this*."
Robbie's objection to Mac's methods of finding insomniac companionship gets nothing but a shrug in return, which turns into a grin (slightly smug, mostly just glad) when Robbie agrees to come do something with him. Mac's not married to stealing snacks; what he's married to is going out and doing something, with someone, besides tossing and turning in bed and feeling the oppressive weight of the current situation pressing down on his chest and temples.
Usually he'd drink, but he's been told he's only allowed enough alcohol to "prevent negative health episodes", which 1) proves his point that drinking is necessary for his health and 2) means only about a beer a day, which comes on a schedule "until further notice". Barring that, he'd go pester his friends, but God hasn't seen fit to dump them on this dumb rig. He's down to bothering randos and seeing if there are cleaning products to try and get high off of, and his roommate seems like he'd be kind of a judgy buzzkill about the latter. Robbie agreeing to go wandering with him is essentially divine deliverance.
"Whatever, dude, I was a suey champion before you were in diapers probably." He likes that Robbie dropped that reference, though; that tells him Robbie's at least got something in common with him, and there's literally nothing worse than people who are different than you. "You're really worked up about these shock collars, aren't you?"
*By "studied" Mac means that he got zapped a few times when his dad taught him how to hotwire and only ended up with minor burns. Also he and Charlie once tried to turn Charlie's mom's microwave into a Marty McFly-esque time travel machine in middle school and shorted the power to the whole building, which Mac considers a sort of baptism-by-fire and cosmic certification for electrical know-how.
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Robbie's objection to Mac's methods of finding insomniac companionship gets nothing but a shrug in return, which turns into a grin (slightly smug, mostly just glad) when Robbie agrees to come do something with him. Mac's not married to stealing snacks; what he's married to is going out and doing something, with someone, besides tossing and turning in bed and feeling the oppressive weight of the current situation pressing down on his chest and temples.
Usually he'd drink, but he's been told he's only allowed enough alcohol to "prevent negative health episodes", which 1) proves his point that drinking is necessary for his health and 2) means only about a beer a day, which comes on a schedule "until further notice". Barring that, he'd go pester his friends, but God hasn't seen fit to dump them on this dumb rig. He's down to bothering randos and seeing if there are cleaning products to try and get high off of, and his roommate seems like he'd be kind of a judgy buzzkill about the latter. Robbie agreeing to go wandering with him is essentially divine deliverance.
"Whatever, dude, I was a suey champion before you were in diapers probably." He likes that Robbie dropped that reference, though; that tells him Robbie's at least got something in common with him, and there's literally nothing worse than people who are different than you. "You're really worked up about these shock collars, aren't you?"
*By "studied" Mac means that he got zapped a few times when his dad taught him how to hotwire and only ended up with minor burns. Also he and Charlie once tried to turn Charlie's mom's microwave into a Marty McFly-esque time travel machine in middle school and shorted the power to the whole building, which Mac considers a sort of baptism-by-fire and cosmic certification for electrical know-how.