<meta name="LineWrap" content="true"><TITLE>SR_Bk1 0032</TITLE><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0033.txt">Next (Page 33)</A><BR> Eat it, and you can say goodbye to existence for a few hours."<P><P>"Is it dangerous?" Fake asked.<P><P>"Not at all. It just makes you not exist for awhile, that's all."<P><P>"Wow, I could use some of that!" Fake said.<P><P>"Sold."<P><P>"Like, what do you mean out of existence? Where do you go?" Daptin asked.<P><P>"Nowhere. You wanna try it?" Confetti said, grabbing a bag of goodbye popcorn.<P><P>"No way!"<P><P>"Go ahead. If you just eat a tiny bit you'll be gone for less than a minute. Try it. It's fun." Confetti said, opening the bag.<P><P>"Oh go ahead and do it," Fake said.<P><P>"I don't know."<P><P>Confetti took a piece of popcorn out of the bag and carefully broke off a tiny bit, handing it to Daptin.<P><P>"Don't be afraid of it! It won't do anything if you don't eat it!" Confetti said, smiling.<P><P>Daptin hesitantly took the small piece of goodbye popcorn and examined it.<P><P>"Just eat it, Daptin. You'll be back before you know it," Confetti said.<P><P>Daptin looked back and forth at Confetti and Fake.<P><P>"Oh come on, don't be a chicken," Fake jeered. "If you can do it with Spanking New Sarah, you can eat a little goodbye popcorn."<P><P>"That's it--I can't stand talking about that any more. Here goes!" Daptin said as he tossed the piece of popcorn into his mouth. He began to chew it briefly, and then quickly vanished. <P><P>"Wha!" Fake exclaimed.<P><P>"He should be back in less than a minute," Confetti said.<P><P>"How does it work?" Fake asked.<P><P>"Now that's a question to be answered another day. Not that anyone really knows, but people certainly have their ideas."<P><P>"But like, where does all this stuff come from? Who makes it?" Fake asked.<P><P>"I can't get into that with you right now. Sorry," Confetti said.<P><P>"Whatever."<P><P>"Well, while we're waiting for Daptin, let's see what else you need. Hmm," Confetti said, looking around. "Ah yes--no mortal is happy without an infinite-ammo submachinegun. Here ya go."<P><P>Confetti reached under the counter and produced a two different-looking submachineguns.<P><P>"Like, guns, like, to kill people?" Fake asked.<P><P>"Yeah. And to destroy stuff, propel boats, signal cohorts, open doors, whatever. If you need metal, you have a never-ending supply in one of these babies. The bullets make good ballast, if you find yourself in need of ballast, that is."<P><P>"Well yeah, but I'm not sure about the killing people part."<P><P>"Hey, it's your gun--kill or don't kill as you choose, y'know?"<P><P>"Yeah."<P><P>"This is," the two heard Daptin say off to the right.<P><P>"Oh you're back," Fake said.<P><P>"This is what," Daptin said, approaching the two.<P><P>"He'll be dazed for a few seconds. You always are upon hatching back into reality," Confetti said.<P><P>"This... I am back, I... I, the popcorn, I... oh man."<P><P>"See Daptin, it works. And here, have a machinegun," Fake said, handing Daptin one of the infinite-ammo submachineguns.<P><P>"Thanks," Daptin said, taking the gun. "Y'know, I don't remember anything. How long was I gone?"<P><P>"Only about thirty or forty seconds," Fake said.<P><P>"Huh. Some trip," Daptin said, examining his machinegun. "What's so good about this?"<P><P>"Infinite ammo," Confetti said.<P><P>"Cool," Daptin replied. <P><P>"Oh--" Confetti said. "While you were gone I found the perfect item for you. You're from Arctica right? Am I right?"<P><P>"Yes I'm from Arctica. Not like the green hair gives it away or anything," Daptin said.<P><P>"Well Daptin, just look at this," Confetti said as she produced what appeared to be a brown vest engulfed in a blue-gray fire.<P><P>"Ah--what the hell is that?" Daptin asked.<P><P>"It's a frost flame delimiter, silly! Just got it in. I thought it would be perfect for you, like a wintry cold sort of theme, y'know?"<P><P>"Yeah, well I'm certainly familiar with the cold.<BR><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0033.txt">Next (Page 33)</A>