Sorry guys I was busy not-masturbating.>>16557594You tap your chin quizzically because public places aren't always what meets the eye, "Hn...Time to do a quick pan around this place and look for someone who won't end up wrapping me into some stupid misadventure."
>'Hmm...Metagame scientist? No, he probably works for Smogon and mom always told me to stay away from those guys.'>'Frantic hiker? Nope, he's clearly lost something and wants me to find it for him. I don't have time for that.'>'Mall Santa? Nah, that'd just be too sad.'>'.....I should stop talking to myself, this is too weird... OH! I know, that old lady looks like she doesn't have any evil ambitions, perfect!'When was the last time an old lady ever slapped your shit? Never. Know why? Because old ladies are nice elderly people who would never hurt a fly, and that's because they don't know how to harm flies. They have alzheimers, see.
You approach the elderly woman the only way you know how, and of course that's going to be the embarrassing way.
>"Hey lady!". . . A) "Have you washed your dungarees today?"
B) "Is your mother home, foxy?"
C) "Would you like a smidge of butterscotch?"
D) "Please don't spray me in the face, I look like a douche from far away but I assure you I'm not!"
