itp: the future is in your backyard

[theskyenceguy]

[TODAY, a jalopy is headed straight for you! It probably swerves at the last minute and does a circuit around camp, coming to a stop in front of a crowd of politely applauding zombies.]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you convert your standard combustible engine into one that runs on bio-fuel made from corn.

[introoooo. ETA: out for

Comments

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

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[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Ema!?

[theskyenceguy]

Mr. Wright!

...You're back in the suit again, congrats!

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

And you're -- you're a lot older than I remembered.

[theskyenceguy]

Hey, it hasn't been that long. Unless you're trying to imply something.

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Not ... exactly. The last time I saw you, you were about fourteen.

[theskyenceguy]

...What? That's impossible!

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Do I really look like I'm thirty-something to you?

[theskyenceguy]

Well, it's been a while since I've seen you without at least some stubble...

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

( I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not. )

I'd look different even if I had stubble. I think.

[theskyenceguy]

I guess you're right. But it's still a little hard to believe.

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Just wait until you meet Edgeworth.

[theskyenceguy]

Mr. Edgeworth is here too?

[possibly more excited than she should be]

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Oh yeah. He's been here longer than me.

[theskyenceguy]

Did you get here pretty recently too, Mr. Wright?

[badgrbadgrbadgr]

Just a week or two ago, this time.