Ben carefully aims the encrypter at the stick Misfire's holding up. It's difficult to miss, being the size of a pool noodle and big by human standards. He fires it, and the noodle disappears in an instant.
One half of the job done. He sets a password.
When he puts in the sequence needed to decrypt the object, a large hot dog approximately the size of the noodle appears in Misfire's hand in the stick's place. Makes sense that it produced food in the place of food.
"I'd like to have that as a snack to go with your sticks, seeing as you still owe me one," Ben says with a laugh, "but that hot dog's too big to fit anywhere, let alone inside me. At least not comfortably."
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One half of the job done. He sets a password.
When he puts in the sequence needed to decrypt the object, a large hot dog approximately the size of the noodle appears in Misfire's hand in the stick's place. Makes sense that it produced food in the place of food.
"I'd like to have that as a snack to go with your sticks, seeing as you still owe me one," Ben says with a laugh, "but that hot dog's too big to fit anywhere, let alone inside me. At least not comfortably."