Conversation · Inland Empire

Is that the phasmid? It looks like the phasmid, leaning against the wall...

Wait, what if this is the fishing rod situation all over again?

Ignore the sighting. [Discard thought.]

Try to sneak up to the phasmid.

It's not the phasmid... It's not even organic -- it's a fire iron. How disappointing!

Of course that wasn't the phasmid. It's way too big.

Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have known that for sure. And, besides, finding this phasmid is your special destiny -- you can feel it!

Give the dream of discovering the Insulindian phasmid a rest... for now. [Leave.]

This is what I get for trying to be a scientist instead of a cop. I mean, I'm not even a good cop.

You were just following your instincts, your destiny. You're meant to find the phasmid! Just maybe not here...

I can't believe it!

Right?! You'll have better luck next time, though. The phasmid -- finding it is your destiny.

You're not going to be fooled again. You're going to stand here calmly and observe this non-phasmid until you see what it really is...

Fine. It's not a phasmid. It's not even organic. Just a fire iron resting by the fire place. But... where's your sense of wonder, man?

Forget about the phasmid... err, fire iron. [Leave.]

Leap toward the phasmid and clasp it in your hands!