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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL
Jayne's stream of conciousness. Don't fret if it's not coherent, it's Jayne after all. I was sitting about, writing these streams of conciousness and thought: "no one likes the thought of being in your head, Jayne." then I thought that it is actually kinda easy to tell what is going on in there. And voila (or however you spell the dastardly French word) here it the fic.
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Why?
No one wants to be inside his head. They all agree. Good. Too mucha nuthin' they think. Or too mucha somethin' else. His lopsided grin appears. But he wants them to hate (love) him. It is good that they keep their distance. Physically. Verbally. Oh, and mentally. He is glad (resentful) that they think he is dumb. He is. He doesn’t try to prove otherwise. Their loss. He hates (loves) them as they hate (love) him. He really doesn’t need them. He could leave. Should. Get rich from them. Why the gorram hell doesn’t he? They would be better off. Well, no, not if they're in the slam. Not when he is no longer there to shoot for them when Mal makes dumb choices. Not when there is no one to spot the preacher when he lifts.
Speaking of which, there he is, struggling with removing the weights. Better help him.
Without thinking, he walks over and easily set up the weights for Book.
There. Where would you be without me? Oh. Right. You hate me. I can tell from your eyes. You're all high-and-mighty and I'm just an idiot and a sinner. You hate (love) me.
Oh. Now you thank me. You smile warmly. You lay down and lift. And here I am. Helping.
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