[He scowls down at the offending card for a good three minutes alternately sitting against the machine itself and doing a little pacing. He has to discard answers like 'time?' 'money?' 'love?' 'a girlfriend?' (He definitely doesn't want to share his girlfriend.)
When the answer comes to him suddenly, he stares down at the card with naked disbelief.]
Seriously?
[Annoyed (and a little nervous), Dave glares at the machine, then examines it again more carefully. A black-and-white murderbear might pop out at any time. Can't be too careful.
Nothing happens, though, and he tries saying the answer. Nothing continues to happen, so he says it louder; the nothing just keeps happening. Finally, he sighs, digs out a pen, and scrawls:]
a secret alternatively good news about your sex life
[What's he supposed to do, feed this back into the machine? He can try, he guesses.]
no subject
[He scowls down at the offending card for a good three minutes alternately sitting against the machine itself and doing a little pacing. He has to discard answers like 'time?' 'money?' 'love?' 'a girlfriend?' (He definitely doesn't want to share his girlfriend.)
When the answer comes to him suddenly, he stares down at the card with naked disbelief.]
Seriously?
[Annoyed (and a little nervous), Dave glares at the machine, then examines it again more carefully. A black-and-white murderbear might pop out at any time. Can't be too careful.
Nothing happens, though, and he tries saying the answer. Nothing continues to happen, so he says it louder; the nothing just keeps happening. Finally, he sighs, digs out a pen, and scrawls:]
a secret
alternatively good news about your sex life
[What's he supposed to do, feed this back into the machine? He can try, he guesses.]