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[Phone; drone filter]

Well... looks like we're all going to have to do a little cutting back this Christmas. But you know, even if there's no power and not as much food, at least we've all still got a good, solid roof over our heads. If you look at it that way, the town's been a lot kinder to us for Christmas than they were for Thanksgiving. I'm sure this is nothing we can't weather if everybody pitches in and helps each other out. Maybe we can set up a food bank or some sort of shelter. It's times like these when a community really needs to come together, after all.

[Early evening; door to door]

[True to his earlier sentiment, Dad is going to pitch in and do his part to make sure his neighbors are at least able to have something to eat during these rough times. He's always been a firm believer in preparedness, and thank goodness, because by now he's built up quite a stock of cream pies. There's probably a few hundred of them safely captchalogued away in his trusty wallet modus, so he figures he can spare a few here and there to feed his hungry neighbors. Dad will be going around knocking on every door in town on the first day of the event, hoping to share the wealth.]

Knock knock, neighbor!

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[Haha, that sounds like something John would say. Dad is suitably amused.]

Oh, you don't like lemon? How about key lime? Or is citrus right out?

Playin' dumb, are ya?

I don't know what you mean. Unless you don't like pie at all. I mean, you can just tell me.

...

[She opens the door just a little. And stares.

If he's a drone, he's sure to start malfunctioning at any moment now.]

...So, how about that pie, then?

... Shit, you ain't a drone, are ya?

Nope! I don't know why people keep making that mistake.

[Oh. Well. She opens the door all the way.]

... You act a lot like 'em, y'know.

[Dad laughs a little, finally coming inside.]

Well, can't blame a guy for being neighborly.

I guess, but... Why?

Because I have about a thousand pies, and everyone's short on food. Isn't that reason enough?

... A thousand pies?

Well, maybe not a thousand, but I've got a lot of them.

... Where?

Right in here.

[He pulls out his wallet, patting it.]

...

[Feel her judgemental stare, Mr. Egbert.]

[Well, then, let's do this right. Dad opens his wallet and uncaptchalogues all of the pies at the same time. Suddenly, there is a 3' x 3' x 3' cube of pies stacked up in the living room.]

H-Holy shit!

What... How the fuck...?!

Some trick, huh?

Fuck, is your wallet... magic or somethin'?

I suppose it probably looks that way, doesn't it? But no, it's just a fetch modus. Which is really just a fancy way of saying 'portable storage.'

[Suddenly, she seems a lot more interested!] How's it work?

You just captchalogue things and store them inside.

[He opens it for a moment to flash the inside. It looks like he's got a bunch of cards inside.]

There's different kinds, but I've always found the wallet to be the most reliable.

No, I mean... What's inside it? Does it need batteries, or is it rechargeable? Who made that thing?

Huh? No, it doesn't need any batteries. It's just a wallet. You can buy them all over the place.

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