[Richie is—not about to lift a finger to help this guy get down from there. Instead, he just buys himself an ice cream cone, takes a lick, and just sits back and watches while the old woman shrieks angrily at Mister Mars. That's what you get when you try out a new superpower in public without testing it first, and Richie's not going to help this dumb motherfucker out.]
I think I can see his wang from here. Looks pretty tiny, too, leggings are so not good for him. [He motions to Mister Mars' dumb leggings, the ice cream dripping slowly onto the sidewalk.] How long do you think it's gonna be until he makes it to Mars, if he keeps this up? The rate he's going, I'd give him probably like, a couple years. It's a pretty slow rise.
[The old woman shrieks more expletives at the sky. Richie snickers.]
Either that or she's gonna find a way to get up there to kill him.
[nonah - corn maze]
[Richie might be a straight-A student and might've once managed to kill an evil sewer-dwelling murder clown, but he is also still a thirteen-year-old boy with very poor impulse control, so of course he's going to walk right into the corn maze. Can't be too hard to find his way out, after all, right? Just keep dragging your hand along one side of the wall, and if you get lost, yell like a banshee. Or just chop your way through the maze's walls, if that's possible.
Unfortunately, he did not count on the maze being much bigger and much twistier than he could reasonably expect. An hour in, and he's pissed, he's tired, and he's just that teeniest bit terrified, because he's already shouted for help more than once and been greeted with nothing but silence. Oh, god. Oh, god. I don't want to go missing.
He races to an open area of the corn maze, twists around on his heel. He sucks in a breath and bellows:] Hey! Hey! Can anyone hear me?! Is there anyone here?! Help! Fucking help me already!
[Panic starts to rise in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]
[nonah - night clubs]
[One of the things that Richie's found out he can do is turn into a fully-grown adult. Okay, one fully-grown adult, and only one age (Old As Fuck Dumpster Raccoon, so far as Richie knows), but that's still something. He walks down the street to a night club that he's heard is offering free entrance to imPorts, just this once, and looks around quickly (missing other imPorts walking around). Then he ducks into an alleyway.
Two minutes later, this guy comes out, wearing a more grown-up version of the loud Hawaiian shirt Richie was wearing earlier and whistling innocently as he walks the rest of the way to the night club. Come up to the bouncer and you'll hear Richie saying this:]
—new here, man, of course I haven't gotten an ID yet! Look at my face, man, I've got a beard and I've got hair down to my toes, what do you want me to do, pull down my pants so you can see? Just let me in already, you'll save us both the embarrassment.
richie tozier | it (2017)
[Richie is—not about to lift a finger to help this guy get down from there. Instead, he just buys himself an ice cream cone, takes a lick, and just sits back and watches while the old woman shrieks angrily at Mister Mars. That's what you get when you try out a new superpower in public without testing it first, and Richie's not going to help this dumb motherfucker out.]
I think I can see his wang from here. Looks pretty tiny, too, leggings are so not good for him. [He motions to Mister Mars' dumb leggings, the ice cream dripping slowly onto the sidewalk.] How long do you think it's gonna be until he makes it to Mars, if he keeps this up? The rate he's going, I'd give him probably like, a couple years. It's a pretty slow rise.
[The old woman shrieks more expletives at the sky. Richie snickers.]
Either that or she's gonna find a way to get up there to kill him.
[nonah - corn maze]
[Richie might be a straight-A student and might've once managed to kill an evil sewer-dwelling murder clown, but he is also still a thirteen-year-old boy with very poor impulse control, so of course he's going to walk right into the corn maze. Can't be too hard to find his way out, after all, right? Just keep dragging your hand along one side of the wall, and if you get lost, yell like a banshee. Or just chop your way through the maze's walls, if that's possible.
Unfortunately, he did not count on the maze being much bigger and much twistier than he could reasonably expect. An hour in, and he's pissed, he's tired, and he's just that teeniest bit terrified, because he's already shouted for help more than once and been greeted with nothing but silence. Oh, god. Oh, god. I don't want to go missing.
He races to an open area of the corn maze, twists around on his heel. He sucks in a breath and bellows:] Hey! Hey! Can anyone hear me?! Is there anyone here?! Help! Fucking help me already!
[Panic starts to rise in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]
[nonah - night clubs]
[One of the things that Richie's found out he can do is turn into a fully-grown adult. Okay, one fully-grown adult, and only one age (Old As Fuck Dumpster Raccoon, so far as Richie knows), but that's still something. He walks down the street to a night club that he's heard is offering free entrance to imPorts, just this once, and looks around quickly (missing other imPorts walking around). Then he ducks into an alleyway.
Two minutes later, this guy comes out, wearing a more grown-up version of the loud Hawaiian shirt Richie was wearing earlier and whistling innocently as he walks the rest of the way to the night club. Come up to the bouncer and you'll hear Richie saying this:]
—new here, man, of course I haven't gotten an ID yet! Look at my face, man, I've got a beard and I've got hair down to my toes, what do you want me to do, pull down my pants so you can see? Just let me in already, you'll save us both the embarrassment.