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"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."
"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."
"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."
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[Egon pauses, then scratches out a few numbers on his notebook. He's...not really a very good judge when it comes to "coolness" factor, but he'll try. He taps his pencil against his chin, then quirks an eyebrow and looks towards the camera.]
It was very likely the most interesting psychic explosion that I have ever witnessed. Thus, it looked very cool.
[There's your confirmation, Gaige!]
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[Gaige had pumped her fist in the air in triumph but yelling so loudly kind of aggravated the whole brain soup she's got going on, and so quickly retracts it to cradle her forehead.
She directs her attention to Orel now.]
Oh man, I knew you were gonna be a hardcore killer when I saw you. It's the eyes. [She looks back over to Egon.] We can probably go for bigger psychic explosions than that, though, right? If I train his mind with spoons or sudoku or whatever.
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Of course. However, I would recommend you first take the time to recover your brain cells, perhaps by eating copious amounts of fish.
[A pause. His eyes seem to glint with a hint of excitement.] Then, we can get to the bigger psychic explosions. Keep track of your progress on training Mr. Orel. I look forward to seeing what else this creature is capable of.
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[In spite of how mentally blasted she feels, she’s brimming with excitement. All this? INCREDIBLY cool. She’s got mindmelting kittens to research and a super cool mentor to help her along the way. Turns out not being on Pandora anymore wasn’t half bad.
Though, along that train of thought, she does have one more question.]
Uh, do we...have...fish here?
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I have seen restaurants serving sushi.
[That...doesn't really answer Gaige's question.]
If you would like, I could give you my current dissertation on what I believe to be the viable source of meat products this dimension.
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[An immediate response, without hesitation.]
Send me your meat dissertation. Right. Now.
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In summary--the meat of this universe is not actually "meat". Most people from my dimension as well as the other dimensional arrivals to this world would define meat to be the flesh of a once living being, such as beef or chicken or fish. Thus, we automatically assume the "meat" in this world to originate from living beings.
However, no one in this universe seems to know where any edible meat is sourced from. The most logical conclusion would be that the meat comes from Pokémon, but suggesting this to the local populace causes most to dismiss it quickly. The citizens of this dimension do not have any problems with consuming Pokémon products if the Pokémon are not harmed, such as milk or eggs or Slowpoke tails. If the meat is not sourced from the living beings of this world, where does it comes from?
Theory one: The "meat" in this world is not actually sourced from living beings. In a different dimension, it is not out of the realm of possibility that words have different definitions entirely. As we are outsiders to this dimension, this definition would not be inherent to us and thus we have difficulty grasping the local terminology. However, this theory would not explain the presence of certain foods such as jerky or sushi, which taste remarkably similar to my dimension's version of these culinary creations.
Theory two, which is far more simple: humans have previously consumed Pokémon and with the advancement of technology have grown past the consumption of living creatures due to the ethical and moral dilemma associated with the action. Given the technological state of this world, it is not illogical to assume that society is able to readily produce non-meat based foods that closely mimic the taste and texture of the real thing, to the point that consuming Pokémon becomes unnecessary entirely.
[He pauses as he adjusts his glasses.]
Do you have any questions?
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Gaige blinks, trying to figure out if she did have any questions after all. Eventually, she nods slowly.]
Yes. [A pause.] How much time have you put into this?
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Approximately one hundred sixty eight hours, give or take.
[That's...one week.]
If you ever plan on performing any further experiments, feel free to contact me as a second party.
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[A thumbs up.]
Now, if you don't mind me, I'm gonna go pass out in the snow now for a couple of...hours...or so.