Woah! Are you reaching for your gun, old man? That's pretty hardcore.
[Don't mind Precis F. Neumann. She might be a genius, but she's not smart. All she wants is a little place to rest, and while the sight of a gun should frighten her? It doesn't. Especially not with the fall to the floor that follows.]
Oh, wow. You totally just gave me this great idea for an invention. What if there was, you know, some sort of transmitter one could wear so if they fell in their own home they could summon outside help? I bet my own old man could use something like that. What do you think? I'd call it...SurvivalSiren™.
[She hops up onto a nearby crate of supplies or something. This is her room now.]
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[Don't mind Precis F. Neumann. She might be a genius, but she's not smart. All she wants is a little place to rest, and while the sight of a gun should frighten her? It doesn't. Especially not with the fall to the floor that follows.]
Oh, wow. You totally just gave me this great idea for an invention. What if there was, you know, some sort of transmitter one could wear so if they fell in their own home they could summon outside help? I bet my own old man could use something like that. What do you think? I'd call it...SurvivalSiren™.
[She hops up onto a nearby crate of supplies or something. This is her room now.]