it's a metaphor for consumerism, i think

filler episode or smth

“Um first of all I was sneaking not running.” I held up one finger “Second of all, fym I was ignoring you I just got here this is the first time I see you today.”

“You were!” Dankovsky spat, frowning “I’ve been trying to talk to you all night and you haven’t given me the light of day once! I am a very busy man -” Hold on did bro just say hes been trying to talk to me all night? blush… “-And I really don’t have time for your.. Shenanigans! Your nonsense!”

“Well you have my attention now babygirl.. Also that probably wasn’t me I have like a döppelganger running around-”

“A döppelganger? Are you fucking kidding me?!” He sounds exasperated, running his hands through his hair “What other kind of tomfoolery is going on in this town! First I have to deal with.. with a clairvoyant child and now this?! A second one of you? Like one isn’t enough?!”

“Okay first of all ouch.” I reply crossing my arms “Second of all I didn’t make this one, it just kind of showed up. You sound like you’ve had a rough day bud, wanna talk about it?”

He takes a deep, calculated breath before speaking again. “No, not with you. I’m very busy, you see.. Which is what I needed you for.” He looked straight at me and I felt my heart skip a beat “I understand I’ve been short with you, but could you help me?”

At first, I wanted to say no, and then it was like the hands of the universe shook me awake and reminded me all I could think about was him, the woven linen of my brain had only letters of him, and my hands were cast to mold whatever clay he desired. So of course I said:

“Omg hell ya whas poppin”

“I- Right..” He blinked, confused, before continuing “You see I’ve noticed that you have a remarkably speedy recovery rate, especially for someone of your.. malnourishment? Wait..” He looked me up and down, frowning at the gap where my stab wound was before speaking again “No-- yes , when did you get that wound?”

“Oh like, this morning.”

“This morn-” He gaped at me, then leaned forward and squinted at it making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like the little gay man I am “Fascinating..Yes, this is exactly what I was talking about. You’ve just been stabbed and you’re walking around and running like it’s nothing? That’s.. not normal.”

“Oh!” I smiled.

“Bad not normal, what the hell are you?”

“Oh.” I frowned “I don’t know, just some guy, I guess?”

“Right, of course you’d say that.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before continuing “I was saying something, wasn’t I..? Oh yes, the recovery rate. It’s amazing, really.” Blush emoji “And if you would be so kind, I desperately need a sample of your blood.”

“Oh like, you can just take some.” I motioned to my stab wound.

“ What ? No. I need to draw some manually so I can have it in a vial. And so I can make sure it’s.. clean .” He made a face at the state of my clothes, but I was too busy internally freaking out.

Shit. Draw blood. Draw blood NOT like art but Draw blood like injection. Like needle. Needle not good needle evil. But dankovsky good? Cant say no dankovsky but bad draw needle bad not good draw blood needle scary not good draw blood evil bad. bad evil. Good danko. Good daniil tell good bad draw blood? FUCK!!!!

“Ah.. alright.” I smiled a smile that wasn’t very happycore.

“Good, please come with me into the theater. Despite everything it’s the.. cleanest place we have, unfortunately.” He squinted at the building behind me, some sort of disdain in his eyes, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him anymore, too busy silently freaking out I GUESS.