Nerd warning is in effect.
It's that tall lanky guy with the sandy hair and the taped glasses. The one that's here for the very first time, and instead of rubbernecking or being confused he's busy taking apart a PINpoint and looking like a kid on Christmas morning. But after he's done this, examined all the parts, and then reassembled it flawlessly, he does the same to a co-ordinate finder, and then to a non-Earth make cell-phone that he found under a couch cushion.
It's only after he's tested all three devices and shown a marked mastery of the Klingon language in doing so, that he realizes that the sign says something.
He squints to read it, then grins. "Something tells me this isn't a convention. Am I right?"
It's only after he's tested all three devices and shown a marked mastery of the Klingon language in doing so, that he realizes that the sign says something.
He squints to read it, then grins. "Something tells me this isn't a convention. Am I right?"