head, hoping this would wear off soon. But he thinks to himself, as if answering him: You only know that because I know it asshole.

Brian answers: Of course, I’m just a figment of your imagination after all. And “We” both know this. But I was an engineer when I was your age. Just like you… in a way. An artist with metal.

Steve: You’re nothing like me old man.

Brian: Oh, ok… if you think so. But really, get the clamps programmed right. It’s sloppy work to miss something like that. You can’t keep leaving loose ends untied. It’s unprofessional, bad manners too.

Steve looks at him and rolls his eyes. Until now his mind had been