[A guy with a funny-looking box strapped to him is one way to get Doof's attention on an early morning. He had been doing cleanup from the previous day's construction, but... well, when the man came down Stone Street, he was hard to ignore.
So the doctor strolled down his driveway, caught up with Egon, and came up alongside him, casually.]
[Egon barely registers that someone's approached him until he hears a voice. He gives this man a slightly surprised look, then clears his throat.]
A photon emitter used for detecting high levels of electrons, otherwise known as psychokinetic energy.
[As he continues to get approached Egon's gotten more and more blunt and cryptic about this device. Deep down he's hoping the technobabble will encourage people to leave him alone.]
[Makes a certain amount of sense, really. He's put stranger things in plastic boxes and walked down the street with them.]
I'm surprised you've managed to find the necessary parts for such a thing. And all of that plastic... what do you need to be detecting psychokinetic energy for, anyway? If you're hoping to find a way out of this place with that, I have my doubts. This town is full of weirdos who do weird things. They'll throw your readings off.
Actually, it's the weirdos who are providing me with the most interesting readings. The town itself is fairly normal, in an atomic sense anyway. What that means is that I'll be able to use the same calculations I was using back home to find a way to create a dimensional rip.
The beings that I've gathered readings from will help me to determine the electromagnetic transformation that occurs when entering this dimension which should give me a better idea of where we are exactly, on an inter-planar level.
[He holds up the case and opens the lid to demonstrate.] And the parts I used were taken from an old Radarange oven. All I needed was a photon wave emitter.
Aaaaaah! Well that's a different matter entirely, then! So you simply need to adjust your calculations to... compensate for the weird, yes? You should be sure to compensate for the warped geography of this place, too.
You may also want to consider monitoring households with few inhabitants. If you can manage to take a reading when someone arrives, wouldn't that be optimal? You'd have a wider range of data to work with.
[This is really very fascinating to him! And he's happy to lean in and take a look inside, when the chance is provided.]
Yes, yes, I can see a dial there... and wiring... what did you build the photon wave emitter from? Curse my reliance on mail-order parts...
Ah- arrival. That's a good idea. [He quickly takes out a notepad and scribbles that down so he doesn't forget it.
He then looks up to give Doofensmirtz a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.]
I'm guessing you didn't grow up during the fifties.
The Radarange oven was the predecessor of the microwave oven. The wave emitter was already there. All I had to do was rewire it to send signals to the meter... instead of cook food.
[Doofenshmirtz is not fond of being smirked at. He's rather sensitive. So he gives a sour look in return.]
No. I was born in the sixties. In Drusselstein. I cannot claim to be up to date on my history of the commercial microwave. If that's what you've repurposed? Excellent!
So the doctor strolled down his driveway, caught up with Egon, and came up alongside him, casually.]
So what's that you have there?
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A photon emitter used for detecting high levels of electrons, otherwise known as psychokinetic energy.
[As he continues to get approached Egon's gotten more and more blunt and cryptic about this device. Deep down he's hoping the technobabble will encourage people to leave him alone.]
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[Makes a certain amount of sense, really. He's put stranger things in plastic boxes and walked down the street with them.]
I'm surprised you've managed to find the necessary parts for such a thing. And all of that plastic... what do you need to be detecting psychokinetic energy for, anyway? If you're hoping to find a way out of this place with that, I have my doubts. This town is full of weirdos who do weird things. They'll throw your readings off.
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The beings that I've gathered readings from will help me to determine the electromagnetic transformation that occurs when entering this dimension which should give me a better idea of where we are exactly, on an inter-planar level.
[He holds up the case and opens the lid to demonstrate.] And the parts I used were taken from an old Radarange oven. All I needed was a photon wave emitter.
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You may also want to consider monitoring households with few inhabitants. If you can manage to take a reading when someone arrives, wouldn't that be optimal? You'd have a wider range of data to work with.
[This is really very fascinating to him! And he's happy to lean in and take a look inside, when the chance is provided.]
Yes, yes, I can see a dial there... and wiring... what did you build the photon wave emitter from? Curse my reliance on mail-order parts...
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He then looks up to give Doofensmirtz a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.]
I'm guessing you didn't grow up during the fifties.
The Radarange oven was the predecessor of the microwave oven. The wave emitter was already there. All I had to do was rewire it to send signals to the meter... instead of cook food.
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No. I was born in the sixties. In Drusselstein. I cannot claim to be up to date on my history of the commercial microwave. If that's what you've repurposed? Excellent!
...where did you find it?
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... I found it in the alley behind the diner. They threw it out and I salvaged the parts.
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[Now he's looking even more sour. Curse you, guy who got the microwave before him!]
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