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COME LIVE WITH ME AND A BUNCH OF LUNATICS IN A PYRAMID
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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ONCE UPON A TIME, Jimmy had a falling out with his twin brother and didn't talk with Jacob for years. That other time, Jacob and the Winchesters traded tips on how to make the best home-made EMF. AMIRITE?? There was also that difficult time in his life when Jacob was the Ghostfacers' summer intern. And Stonehenge was totally a seal.
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IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD, TELL YOUR FRIENDS:
Thank you to
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To be entirely honest, Heaven being a bar was even crazier than each goddamn theory he has ever formulated or than each goddamn thing that ever came up on his radio show’s entire run.
Which doesn’t change that, well, after dying in a fucking nuclear blast to save an ungrateful world from a bunch of fanatics, apparently Jacob went to Heaven and that Heaven is a bar.
“Wrong, my friend,” the bartender says when Jacob asks, having found himself just there without even someone to show him around, “this is one Heaven. Well, in theory it’s mine, but it’s kind of different from most. And I kind of wanted you here, at the beginning.”
“Why, you know who I am?” Jacob asks, dumbfounded, and the guy just smiles, twirls around as he pours him a generous quantity of beer, showing off a mullet which is seriously awesome, if you ask Jacob, and sets the beer in front of him.
“Of course, man! You’re Jacob Glaser and I always used to listen to your program, before I, you know, died. After, too, to be honest. I crack the radio frequencies.”
“You what?”
“I crack ‘em,” the guy smiles proudly. “They didn’t call me Dr. Badass for no reason.”
“And you listened to my program because…?”
“Dude, I always thought you were right when you said there was a robot head on the moon. I totally checked after, you know, hacking some satellites and stuff, and it totally was still there. They covered it up! It’s just on the face no one sees. The fuckers.”
Jacob takes a good drink of his beer and at that, he starts to think that Heaven might actually be not so bad.
Also, someone finally getting his theory entirely and actually taking the time to verify it? It’s making him feel so grateful he could fucking cry.
“I can’t believe someone got it right.”
“Dude, seriously, aliens? They so covered it up! And you were robbed, I dare say.”
“Oh, yes, finally!” Jacob almost shouts before raising a fist to the sky. At least he found someone agreeing with him; if he’s dead, well, it’s a detail.
“So,” he asks as Dr. Badass there fills up some glass for himself, “how should I call you, my new, fantastic friend?”
“Oh, fantastic’s too much, but I’m pretty much okay with badass. I’m Ash, by the way, and I was wondering if you actually would want to stick around for a while. ‘Cause I might have somethin’ you’d like to do on my hands here.”
“I didn’t exactly have programs for this evening,” Jacob says and smiles as he rises up his glass.
“To robot heads on the moon, then!” Ash proclaims before toasting, and Jacob toasts back.
“Fuck, yes.”
Also, the beer tastes fucking great.
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“Waitwaitwait. You are cracking Enochian? Well, fine, I studied that so I get speaking it, but cracking it?”
“Yeah, I’ve been doin’ that kind of since I ended up here. They never noticed it, but then again, angels not only are dicks, but computers? Ff, they suck so much at that. Which, on the other side, is awesome for me because I get to know everything that’s goin’ on around here, which is why I knew you were bound to appear around here somewhere. Then I just, y’know, used some skill.”
“Woah,” Jacob whistles as his eyes can’t apparently find the force of will to move from the laptop’s screen, “I can’t believe you’re hackering Heaven.”
“Oh, it’s not like I had better things to do in my free time. Now, wanna help me with this little plan of mine?”
“This little plan of yours being jerking the angels around?”
“That, too. The basic idea was, you know, avoiding another Apocalypse. ‘Cause you know, now they are trying that and…”
“Oh, fuck this, I didn’t save the world just to get someone else to destroy it. What’s the plan, so?” Jacob asks, taking a chair and pushing himself next to Ash’s.