>>14926871You look over to Miss Leading with a smug smile, unlike a mentor to his young apprentice, "Watch how a pro carries this out."
"How many do I need?" you ask, it's always a question when it comes to plot MacGuffin barriers like this one.
The Great Gazoo checks his watch, which isn't really a watch but his arm doodled on with marker to *look* like a watch, "Uh... 70."
"I have 71." you automatically say, it's a fib, but a smart one.
The Great Gazoo catches onto your ruse however, and is quick to change his requirements, "U-Uh, um, OOOH! Did you say seventy-ONE? Well, um, I meant seventy-FIVE. Yes. 75. You need 75 Golden Bananas, please return when you have them!"
"What? I'm pretty sure you said 70."
"NOPE. 75. That's the deal, Spheal!~"
"But, you said 70, you said 70 and I said I have 71, let me pass!"
"Too bad bud, it's 75 now!"
"Let us through!"
"Oh yeah? Show me those Golden Bananas then!"
A pause follows. You're not a gorilla, Miss Leading isn't a gorilla. There isn't anyone, except maybe Shauna, whom you can declare as a gorilla. You don't have any Golden Bananas to your name and you can't help but theorize that this little alien's just lost, or optimistically drunk.
And that's exactly the kind of thinking that motivates you into clonking him on the head with your fist, as well as justifying it all the same.
You look back to Miss, she's crossing her arms with an expression that lets you know she saw it coming, "You and I both know we don't have time for this."
"Right. I suppose this never happened either?"
"Definitely."
"Lovely." obliging to that act of anti-heroism, she walks past you and into the flowery fields, and you follow her out of obligation.
