>>16224126"SO BASICALLY you're saying.....If I were to...y'know, make my OWN alien communications thingamajiggy to prove my friend wrong, this would be the perfect component for it, right?"
Toppy scratches his chin as his instincts tempt to him to make a lash at the flies flying above his head, "I'm gonna say....yup! That'll be twenty-gorillion shrekels please."
"Twenty-gorillion!? What about the 10% off first purchase thing?!"
"That *IS* the price after discounting it! Either go with it or go home. You have to remember kid, I'm a top priority ambiguously-jewish chameleon businessman here, I have to make some sort of profit from that thing."
Harrumphing, you toss over what little dosh you have left. A majority of it was sucked up from paying for the damages caused in Lumiose by the rental Gogoat, ded Nurse Joy, and ded Skeeter Skidouche. What money you do have is all from Grant's generous giga-nigga ass.
You have a little over 5k to your name after making the purchase.
With the toy now in your possession, you smile and mumble to yourself, "Alright Calem, let's talk to some fucking aliens..."
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It's quite intricate really.
By grabbing a record player and replacing the record with the AZ wheel, and the player pick with the Jewish star given to you by the Shakespearean Flabebes, you create an low-tech device which if successful, SHOULD contact alien lifeforms.
Miss Leading shakes, even with the hot blanket wrapped around her, she's still cold.
"Calem, it's less than thirty degrees out and it's 4AM, why are you trying to contact aliens?"
A) "I want to prove to you that aliens DO exist! I want you to BELIEVE!"
B) "You know if you want to go back to the tent you can, no one's stopping you."
C) "Because I've lost control of my life."
D) Sacrifice your faggotry and give her your jacket.
