Butters: What kind of competition is it?
Stan: It's a dance-off, we heard you were tap-dancing state champion two years ago.
Butters: [terrified] No...
Stan: ... But you were, weren't you? You went to the nationals in Nebraska?
Stan: It's a dance-off, we heard you were tap-dancing state champion two years ago.
Butters: [terrified] No...
Stan: ... But you were, weren't you? You went to the nationals in Nebraska?
— South Park (it turns out that Butters had an accident at said Nationals which killed eight people)
I saw [Esplin] again and it was like everything falls away, like I couldn’t think of anything else, like I was back in those last weeks when I didn’t know where I ended and Feriss began because I was getting the shit beaten out of me every day and he was mad with hunger for power and fury at Esplin.
— Tom's narration, What Tomorrow Brings
Felix: You are one dynamite gal...
Sgt. Calhoun: !!!!!
(Flashbacks)
Calhoun's fiancee: (On the training session) Wow, you are one dynamite gal. (in a dinner) One dynamite gal. (in a picnic) Dynamite gal. (When proposing) Dynamite gal. (During wedding ceremony) Dynamite ga—(A Cybug crashed to the site and killed the fiancee)
(End Flashback)
Sgt. Calhoun: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! (roughly lands the plane) Get Out!
Felix: But all I said was that you are one dynamite ga-
Sgt. Calhoun: I SAID GET OUT!!
Sgt. Calhoun: !!!!!
(Flashbacks)
Calhoun's fiancee: (On the training session) Wow, you are one dynamite gal. (in a dinner) One dynamite gal. (in a picnic) Dynamite gal. (When proposing) Dynamite gal. (During wedding ceremony) Dynamite ga—(A Cybug crashed to the site and killed the fiancee)
(End Flashback)
Sgt. Calhoun: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! (roughly lands the plane) Get Out!
Felix: But all I said was that you are one dynamite ga-
Sgt. Calhoun: I SAID GET OUT!!
Ruff:: Wait a minute, is this ballet music?! [Accidentally flies off treadmill] AAAAAAHH!!! TURN IT OOOOFFFFFFFFFFF!!!! [Chet does so] Yes, it's true... I have a terrible fear of ballet... [Flashback starts] It all started years ago. I was going to star in the greatest action-adventure ballet piece ever. Through dance alone, I would quest for a golden idol, twirling past a reign of spiders, crossing a perilous gorge, and leaping over a pit of alligators. But on opening night, Spot Spotnik replaced the fake spiders with real spiders! [[Spotnik dumps real spiders onto Ruff. An audience is heard screaming out of terror as ruff runs away.] I never finished my dance! The show flopped! [Flashback ends] And to this day, [[Heroic BSoD ballet sends me into a cold sweat.]
He pushed down hard on the lever. There was a grinding noise, and the bathroom mirror slid into the wall to reveal an opening beyond.
It was the smell that did it. The smell I suddenly remembered, from before.
Kandrona is acidic. Thick and oily and acidic. Like blood. Like vomit.
And when they shove your head under, if you don’t stop screaming and clamp your mouth shut in time, it gets inside. It tastes like vomit too. Like the wet thick burning taste of puke as it slides hot up your throat.
And you don’t get to spit it out. Because by the time you’d think to do so, the yeerk is already inside your brain. And the thing that now controls your mouth and your throat has no interest in polluting the yeerk pool with human saliva. So it swallows. It gulps around the wet mess, and your stomach scrapes and your teeth rot and your nose burns half-hollow and you can’t do a damn thing about it because the poison is there inside you, it’s inside your brain—
It was the smell that did it. The smell I suddenly remembered, from before.
Kandrona is acidic. Thick and oily and acidic. Like blood. Like vomit.
And when they shove your head under, if you don’t stop screaming and clamp your mouth shut in time, it gets inside. It tastes like vomit too. Like the wet thick burning taste of puke as it slides hot up your throat.
And you don’t get to spit it out. Because by the time you’d think to do so, the yeerk is already inside your brain. And the thing that now controls your mouth and your throat has no interest in polluting the yeerk pool with human saliva. So it swallows. It gulps around the wet mess, and your stomach scrapes and your teeth rot and your nose burns half-hollow and you can’t do a damn thing about it because the poison is there inside you, it’s inside your brain—
— Tom's narration, Eleutherophobia: How I Live Now
“Just let me know if you need help with it, little brother,” Mari said. “All it costs is your love.”
Sunny awoke with a start from that, a sense of nausea hitting him.
That’s what she always said when he needed a favor. Then she would do Something.
Sunny awoke with a start from that, a sense of nausea hitting him.
That’s what she always said when he needed a favor. Then she would do Something.
With the truth no longer suppressed, he also gained some new fears in reality. He was extremely squeamish about being touched, especially by older women. He couldn’t take hugs, especially from his mother, who thankfully just wrote it off as his intrinsic shyness. The sound of a piano playing made shivers run down his spine, but thankfully, Sunny’s mother chose to donate the piano to Faraway’s church, safe and out of sight.
[...]
Aubrey did not think about the quality of his food, though. She was thinking about the picnic. The whole concept of a picnic felt tainted for her now. She remembers all those times of sitting down and eating with Mari, being hugged by her, feeling her hands wrap around her -
[...]
Aubrey did not think about the quality of his food, though. She was thinking about the picnic. The whole concept of a picnic felt tainted for her now. She remembers all those times of sitting down and eating with Mari, being hugged by her, feeling her hands wrap around her -
(Steven is losing control of his size-shifting after Dr. Maheswaran inadvertently reminds him of this botched proposal to Connie)
Connie: Mom, what's happening?!
Dr. Maheswaran: I don't know! I just asked if he had any stressful experiences lately!
Connie: (realizing) Steven, you don't think...?
Steven: I-It's not you, Connie! It's everything that happened before!
Dr. Maheswaran: What is he talking about?
Steven: You haven't told your mom?!
Dr. Maheswaran: Told me what?
Steven: It's not your fault! I think I just need you to leave!
Dr. Maheswaran: This is a medical emergency! I am not leaving!
Connie: Mom, us being here is making it worse!
(Steven screams in emotional agony; his head smashes the ceiling lights)
Steven: Oh no! (he's now big enough to start engulfing the room) Please! Just... Just go!
Connie: Steven...!
Hilda: What do you have there?
Twig: [presents a bell he took off a troll, starts digging]
Hilda: You're right, boy. Let's bury it. These things are awful.
Anders: It's just a troll bell.
Hilda: "Just a troll bell"?! When I was a troll, this sound was excruciating! Even now, it makes me anxious.
Twig: [presents a bell he took off a troll, starts digging]
Hilda: You're right, boy. Let's bury it. These things are awful.
Anders: It's just a troll bell.
Hilda: "Just a troll bell"?! When I was a troll, this sound was excruciating! Even now, it makes me anxious.
— Hilda, "The Job"
Holy shit, you never hugged me. You made a robot bear do it instead and I was so traumatized that I repressed the memory for years! THAT'S WHY I CAN'T HUG ANYONE WITHOUT LOOSING MY SHIT!
— Reagan Ridley, Inside Job, "Blue Bloods"
