Oh, geez, that’s a really good question…Cause like, honestly? We kinda have no clue ourselves. We just kinda deal with it, I guess? I mean…I dunno…I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t have some pretty whacked up nightmares sometimes…and…like…get really freaked out when…gah.
N-Never mind, I don’t really wanna talk about that. Uh…Wow, wh-what do I even say…
That’s alright, Dip-dop! I think I have an answer anyway!
Maybe it just runs in the family! Good ol’ hereditary-ness and stuff!
I mean, Grunkle Stan kicked all those zombies’ butts and seemed fine afterwards!
And, like, Grunkle Ford lives for the supernatural, and kinda loves it! I bet he eats anomalies for breakfast!
Seriously. I bet he does. ‘Cause I’ve never seen him eat breakfast with the rest of the family, and that’s awwwwwful mysteriousss…
Yeah, Mabel does have a point…Uh, n-not about the breakfast stuff. The other thing.
Though I’m not sure if bravery can be measured in genetics? Either way, I’m sure it makes sense somehow. Although…
Ugh. I know sometimes, all that supernatural junk catches up with us, and in my case, I—I get too paranoid. And it’s stupid, I know it, but it all piles up!
Look, I don’t wanna be scared, I mean, nobody wants to be scared—so I just…try my best not to show it. That’s all you can do.
It’s rough sometimes, though. I guess I…I really just wanna make people proud.
Guh, I know he worries about that stuff a bunch. But…like, in my brain, why’s that gotta matter so much?
So we get scared sometimes. Why should anybody blame us? If they do, they’re poopheads, cause we’ve both seen some freaky stuff!