"You got a friend named Bones? When he's around you better do nothin' but make boner jokes at his expense, Jim, or so help me."
He crouches down to be on level with the television screen and stares at it, stumped. "I've tried talkin' to it. It don't work that way. The only way to interact with it is pressin' buttons on the wand. Here, give it to me."
The 'wand' in question is the channel changer, which he invites himself to take. He scans the array of buttons carefully until he finds it. The button called 'input'! He pushes it dramatically, but things don't get any easier. With a few dozen devices plugged into the television, the list of possible inputs is long. The only way to find the frequency they need is to navigate each one manually. With a heavy sigh, Harrowheart begins.
"So, I met up with Verity," he says as he pushes arrow buttons. "I tell you what, I think she was about to fight me when I made some joke about you bein' a wicked sailor. She really gives a shit about you, man. Two shits, even." Well, Jim, you never should have started swearing, because the floodgates are open now. "Can I ask how you decided to be adoptive family with her? Was it like the prize at the end of some big adventure y'all shared?"
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He crouches down to be on level with the television screen and stares at it, stumped. "I've tried talkin' to it. It don't work that way. The only way to interact with it is pressin' buttons on the wand. Here, give it to me."
The 'wand' in question is the channel changer, which he invites himself to take. He scans the array of buttons carefully until he finds it. The button called 'input'! He pushes it dramatically, but things don't get any easier. With a few dozen devices plugged into the television, the list of possible inputs is long. The only way to find the frequency they need is to navigate each one manually. With a heavy sigh, Harrowheart begins.
"So, I met up with Verity," he says as he pushes arrow buttons. "I tell you what, I think she was about to fight me when I made some joke about you bein' a wicked sailor. She really gives a shit about you, man. Two shits, even." Well, Jim, you never should have started swearing, because the floodgates are open now. "Can I ask how you decided to be adoptive family with her? Was it like the prize at the end of some big adventure y'all shared?"