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RE: CryptoShots TeknoPolly Contest

in #scholarandscribe2 years ago (edited)

"Whaddya mean what it means, you dolt! This is clearly another one of those Please-Help-Me collectible droids that're produced by the Church of the Jedi to celebrate their 10,000th anniversary! They're an epic waste of resources, that's what they are!" said Damson disapprovingly.

"It sure looks nothing like one of those collectibles though, they're usually a dome shaped cannister droid aren't they?" queried Crimson skeptically.

"Who knows what those money crazy lunatics came up with this time round to squeeze every last penny from their gullible followers? As if Space Wizards could actually exist thousands of years ago. If that were so, they certainly wouldn't have needed donations would they?"

"I'm telling ya, this feels different. And if you think otherwise, surely it couldn't hurt to let it go ahead with the threat of self destruction. If you're right, nothing will probably happen at all."

"I'm NOT going to risk the chance of any explosion while we're out here in the middle of nowhere in space, light years away from the nearest trading outpost. Someone's idea of a practical joke could have dire consequences! Start using your brain for a bit won't you Crimson!"

Crimson sighed as he went through Damson's logic. An object that was both harmless and dangerous at the same time was just what his friend liked to portray everything in life as. Maybe he'd just flip on the switch while his friend inevitably droned on and on. As Damson turned his back to Crimson while his conversation had deviated to espousing how dangerous birds could be...

A flick of the switch on the robotic bird...

"...destruction in 3... 2... 1... " Crimson winced as he prepared for the unknown consequences.

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"I didn't kidnap you, I'm here to help!" Crimson shouted at the last moment.

"Aborting self destruct." said the little metal parrot, as it slowly got to its feet.

"That's more like it... Now how can we help you?" asked Crimson, as he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead.

"Take this unit to the Calavar Castle, and deliver immediately to King Dawandizar." squawked the metallic voice.