"Sure," I responded, not knowing whether I would regret it, "I am in great interest."
Fooruman looked surprised. "Wow. I didn't expect that. Anyway, first, you must shake your hips. Like this," he explained, starting to do a dance that made resemble a live fish thrown into a frying pan, only vertical.
I did my best to imitate him. "Like this?"
"No, it needs to look more like a live fish thrown into a frying pan, only vertical."
The dance lessons went on for about another twenty minutes.
"So, I'm supposed to do this dance in the middle of a battle?" I asked, trying to duplicate the overdramatized split Fooruman had executed.
"Why not?" the old man asked, confused.
"... nevermind."
Fooruman stared at me for a moment, still confused, then sat back down in his canoe. "I must depart now, to restore peace and unity to my island. For the most part, they're already there, but I want to go check anyway. BRB K THX LOL." And he vanished with a clicking Megawarp noise.
I was still by the broken machine, having gained nothing but some moderate dancing skills of alleged magic power. The trail to my east lead back to the clearing.
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