...True. I can't disparage myself just because I have someone who might finally understand me; that would be unfair to you, wouldn't it?
[A pause. He starts digging around in his hoodie, before presenting a little pink orb to the camera. His Son, Bong Water! With the press of a heart-shaped button on its belly, its tiny little face lights up, and a tiny little propeller starts whirring away atop its head.]
Did you get to bring anything of yours here? I had this on me, so it came all the way to Hell. A rudimentary, basic drone, but still an asset to my performances.
[Said as Bong Water flies around his head jauntily, without any apparent controller or method of operation in sight.] Not that I expect this to impress you, but I'm curious about whether you have something from home all the same.
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[A pause. He starts digging around in his hoodie, before presenting a little pink orb to the camera. His Son, Bong Water! With the press of a heart-shaped button on its belly, its tiny little face lights up, and a tiny little propeller starts whirring away atop its head.]
Did you get to bring anything of yours here? I had this on me, so it came all the way to Hell. A rudimentary, basic drone, but still an asset to my performances.
[Said as Bong Water flies around his head jauntily, without any apparent controller or method of operation in sight.] Not that I expect this to impress you, but I'm curious about whether you have something from home all the same.