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The HAM radio club in East Village is back, ripe on their superiority of confirming aliens exist.
"So, I was shopping for some kohlrabi and I heard a riot."
"You heard about a riot? How come no paper… no, wait, Chinatown."
"I was there, b-man. Bunch of suits and skirts mobbing a store."
"Who knew finger traps and chopsticks were catnip to the squares?"
"Dunderhead, you sound like a square now. Seriously, they were tearing the place apart for one of those Elflight things."
"Crazy."
"Yeah, I mean, it's just a fancy lantern. I mean, mine's got a really sweet dancing fairy in it but that's not worth setting things on fire for."
"Where did /you/ get an Elflight from?"
"Dancing fairy!?"
"Hey, she's /pretty/ and a guy can have a sugar plum fairy for his holiday ornament if he wants to."