Breaking...

Bryson, I fucking love that kid. he doesn't say much, but when he does, it's usually hilarious. Apparently the aftermath of this thing won't be brief. So Bryson's working on some project and Pete appears at his door asking him to take a look at some "glitch" with his computer. So Bryson, whose job description has nothing to do with IT, reluctantly agrees to have a look. Once in Pete's office, Pete whips out the crumpled target and basically starts eulogizing it, explaining it's construction and mechanics, revealing his hyper-accurate target percentage, etc. Then he starts in with, as Bryson describes it, "like, poetry and shit." Apparently he continued with some nonsense about, "keys and doors in magic mountains, jogging." Yikes. Stay tuned.