I briefly took to doing the Moskau dance. Uberbob noticed me and smiled broadly. "You see?!" he called out. "Fawriel gets it!" I didn't know what I had supposedly gotten, but Uberbob joined me in dancing. I immediately stopped. The flower, the dancing, and the tiger named Chad... the evidence was really piling up.
He continued to dance without me. I took this opportunity to examine the length of everything in my inventory. My spear was about five feet long, the first-aid kit was about one foot long, seven inches wide and five inches high, my sketchbook was eleven inches long, the pen was five inches long, and the compass rose was six inches long. For a European, I was pretty good with inches and feet.
I then tapped Uberbob on the shoulder and asked, "Can I borrow your string?"
"Why?" he inquired, still dancing like a foo.
"I wanted to soak it in melted snow and use it."
"Use it for what?"
"I'm not entirely sure," I replied nervously.
He stopped dancing and raised an eyebrow. "You're one sick kid," he told me. "You can't have the string. And no way can you have Chad." He took out the little plush tiger and hugged it. It was weird.
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