✌ one. [ accidental recording; ]

[thehankinator]

a Diary. w- woah. I am not a girl. Or Dean. I do not need a Diary.

[ Hank doesn't know what to make of the Book left for him. He takes another look at the note attached to its cover. ]

Or journal. I don't care what its called. [ Grumbles. ] Its pretty lame if you ask me. Why can't I just use my two way satellite communicator? [ Long pause. ] Oh,

Comments

[cryptidwizard]

You'd think with all this magic and stuff they could have just made us walkie talkies, y'know?

[thehankinator]

Yeah! I was thinking the same thing. I mean look at this thing, its ancient! I should show you my communicator. Now that is a fine piece of technology.

[cryptidwizard]

Communicator, huh? You have intrigued me, my friend.

[thehankinator]

[ uhoh! the F-Word. Friend. ]

I would be more than happy to show it to you. Oh! Oh! and I might have something else, too, if, a'course, my Pop can convince the man in charge to let me have him.

[cryptidwizard]

[it better be 'friend.' Zak is eleven. XD]

Something else? Wait, you said 'him...' So, is it like a pet?

[thehankinator]

[ I don't think you will ever hear the other F-Word out of Hank's mouth. XD ]

Yeah! and uh. Not really a pet. It's out Robot, Helper!

[cryptidwizard]

A robot?

...Can it blow stuff up?

[thehankinator]

Sure! If he wanted to. Helper just uh, helps around the Compound mostly. He's protected me on more than one occasion though. He's equipped with a lot of cool gadgets!

[cryptidwizard]

I'm in! Let me know what happens with it...him.

[thehankinator]

Super sweet! and okay.