>>16227250http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3myW6eU3FwYour eyes dart from the machine to Miss Leading, her diagnosis is beginning to sound accurate. That doesn't sound like the name of a fancy prancy hunky-dory little death deer.
"That sounds like an over-saturated joke!"
Before you can get to the device in order to discover what caused the malfunction, the signal is sent, and the satellite receives a response back faster than your twitchy hands can work.
The winds are blowing extremely harsh, all other alien watchers have gone home to go to bed, you and Miss are the only hold-outs still outside watching for signs of life beyond the stars.
A spotlight turns on.You and your potential waifu are highlighted by it, as well as a plethora of Pokemon sleeping along the Menhir Trail. This ranges from innocent Emolgas to stubborn Snubbulls to mysteriously ancient Goletts.
Fuck EVERYTHING'S got a light shining down on them.
You look up to discern the source of the spotlight, but you can't see a damn thing, it's too bright. Your device's satellite starts going haywire, eventually reaching a breaking point.
It shatters in your face, along with the rest of the machine falling apart into a million pieces.
You start getting nervous, sweat starts trickling down your face, "M-Miss!"
She's not holding up too well either. Her calm demeanor has been discarded because you may just proved her wrong about the existence of little gray anal probing men, and like all strong and independent women, anal probes are something not on her menu..