[He likes that. It's enough to make him smile even while he's looking down at the terrible striped awning of the shooting - the dunking booth.
He looks up again, at Janis.]
I'll be...I don't know. [Does he fit the "dad" mold? He wasn't made to fit any familial mold, really. So maybe authorial intent doesn't matter. But it's certainly a title he feels wrong claiming for himself; it's not like Salieri told Farrah, it was the other way around. He'd hate to get overly familiar and make it weird.] I'll be your weird narration uncle, or something like that. Show you all the ropes, whatever uncles do!
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[He likes that. It's enough to make him smile even while he's looking down at the terrible striped awning of the shooting - the dunking booth.
He looks up again, at Janis.]
I'll be...I don't know. [Does he fit the "dad" mold? He wasn't made to fit any familial mold, really. So maybe authorial intent doesn't matter. But it's certainly a title he feels wrong claiming for himself; it's not like Salieri told Farrah, it was the other way around. He'd hate to get overly familiar and make it weird.] I'll be your weird narration uncle, or something like that. Show you all the ropes, whatever uncles do!