>>16224730How the hell are you going to focus on little grey men and trenchcoat trumps from beyond the stars if Miss Leading keeps chiding you for what she assumes is a complete and total failure in the making.
Perhaps if you distract her...
"Here, I promise we'll only be out for a little longer. We can head back to camp just as soon as I get a response from this thing." with a tiny blush tinging your faggot cheeks, you unzip your jacket and hand it to Miss like the euphoric gentleman mom always wanted you to become.
Of course you're not completely euphoric yet. As soon as you give it to her, you regret it because now YOU'RE cold as shit. Fuck. A black shirt is the last thing on anyone's mind when it comes to frostbite prevention.
Miss Leading doesn't catch wind of your regret thankfully, she takes the jacket and quickly puts it on, adding it to her comfortable comfy fortress of comfort.
"Thanks..."
>'Shit, now *I* wish I was that comfy...'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpDNNpS4zhAJust as you continue to bitch and moan about qt times, the device starts working!
>WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"What's that nois-?"
"Whoa! I-Is...IS IT WORKING!?!? FOR REALS?!?"
The communication device makes a loud, cacophonous screech that sounds like something straight out of spooky Silent Hill. The Jewish star begins pecking at the AZ wheel repeatedly, the tiny satellite dish starts pointing high into the sky.
"Calem, did it just pick up a signal?"
"I-I think, but how the heck do I know for sure!?"
Suddenly, the rickety arrow on the AZ toy sharply points to the letter "S" for Slowpoke. The recording for the Pokemon plays, somewhat distorted by the audio box's damage.
"Sloooooooooooooooooooowpoooooooooooooooookkkkeeee....."
Your heart fucking stops.
"C-Communi..C-C-Communication! WE HAVE COMMUNICATION!!!!"
>Talk with the aliens!A) Spin the wheel to the letter "C".
B) Spin the wheel to the letter "A".
C) Spin the wheel to the letter "Z".
