>>12581868http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcaWzpzoKx8I'll never understand how they did it all the way back when, especially before outlets were even developed and commercialized by humans, but two slits were cut into the tower.
Quags looked at the Fletchlings, who were toying around with their spears, and then at the crude outlet, "It's like they were wizards or something!"
I took out the Rachel Ray brand hot plate and quickly got to work. Wasting no time, I plugged the device into the tower, I expected failure, because there didn't seem to be anything inside of the outlet that would actually transfer the energy.
>I'M A SMOKIN' HOT MAMA!~I underestimated those damn birds. I don't think I'll ever comprehend how they constructed such a giant tower, kept it a secret to so many people, and how they succeeded in building it in secrecy.
The old-world mechanisms inside the tower whirred again, activating the second phase of the restoration. The energy the hot plate was emitting helped conduct electricity at the top of the crude antenna.
In addition, a towing cable with a rather large hook shot out of the tower, and into the way of the electricity.
Two sections at the base of the tower opened up, revealing two levers.
"Whoa, I get it now, IT'S LIKE A GIANT FISHING POLE!" shouted Quags. After hearing that, I took another look at the tower, the resemblance actually seemed plausible. I looked for volunteers to handle with the levers, but no one seemed to be taking the offer.
Until the Fletchlings all flew past me.
For unknown reasons, they decided to take it upon themselves to do the heavy-work, I was surprised they even knew what to do with it, weren't they still dumb as fuck?
The birds divided into two equal groups, then settled on working the levers as if they were using a fishing pole. Just a more giant one.
