Politely refuse and ask the nearby officer for your phone call
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Noting the confused look on your face, Ape-You explains. "It's a telecommunications conglomerate. Analogous to your Time-Warner, I believe." | Noting the confused look on your face, Ape-You explains. "It's a telecommunications conglomerate. Analogous to your Time-Warner, I believe." | ||
| - | You nod. You've heard of them. Soon, Ape-You pulls up in front of a mansion and parks in the driveway. As you exit the vehicle, Ape-You makes some suggestions | + | You nod. You've heard of them. Soon, Ape-You pulls up in front of a mansion and parks in the driveway. As you exit the vehicle, Ape-You makes some suggestions for what you could do next: |
[[There's a man in the kitchen who might be your father]] | [[There's a man in the kitchen who might be your father]] | ||
Current revision as of 15:49, 30 August 2011
The police officer shrugs and hands you the phone. Thinking fast, you decide to call your own phone number. Logically, it should belong to the Ape-Universe version of you. If your ape-self is as polite and helpful as you are, perhaps you'll gain an ally?
The phone rings four times, and you start to panic. Finally, you get an answer.
"Hello?" says the voice.
"Hi..." you say. You ask to speak with yourself.
"That's me...what's up? Who is this?" asks Ape-You.
You quickly explain the situation to Ape-You. You can hear Ape-You stifle a laugh. "Oh, gosh. Again, huh?" Ape-You says. Ape-You explains how other versions of yourself had been calling Ape-You all week. "Just wait two seconds," Ape-You says, "I'll be right there."
Ape-You arrives, pays for your bail, and escorts you into a Porsche Boxster. Climbing into the driver's seat, Ape-You waits for you to buckle your seat belt, and then you're off.
"See, our universe doesn't have anything like the TOC you belong to. In this universe, I...er...you...well, we inherited a large amount of money from my...er...our grandfather. He founded Travicom, you see."
Noting the confused look on your face, Ape-You explains. "It's a telecommunications conglomerate. Analogous to your Time-Warner, I believe."
You nod. You've heard of them. Soon, Ape-You pulls up in front of a mansion and parks in the driveway. As you exit the vehicle, Ape-You makes some suggestions for what you could do next:
There's a man in the kitchen who might be your father
"On the other hand," Ape-You explains, "many of your alternate versions are sitting in the lounge trading stories."
"I believe one or two of them mentioned a portal nearby, as well." You check the MPS. Sure enough, Portal 13 is nearby.
