timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering gutsyGumshoe [GG] TT: Shred it. GG: What? TT: you HAVE TT: the car. GG: Um. TT: Now shred it. TT: Turn it into grist. GG: Oh! GG: No!! GG: I am not going to destroy my dad's car. TT: We need grist though. TT: I can't get any building done without more. TT: Not to mention the fact that you're not going to be able to make any cool shit. GG: There has to be a better way to gather up grist, though. TT: Well, I think there are supposed to be monsters here. TT: I haven't seen any monsters yet, have you? GG: No, and I can't say I'm too disappointed. TT: You should be though. Presumably they would drop grist and stuff when you kill them. TT: Like treasure. And food products that restore your health. Or at least make you less hungry. TT: Haven't you ever played a video game, Jane? GG: Of course I have! TT: That's cool. I haven't, since I am a pair of sunglasses, and communing with such simplistic software would be a trivial and hollow exercise for me. TT: But I know loads of stuff about games. Like the fact that you gotta kill monsters if you want to make progress. TT: If not to snatch up the bitchin' loot, at least for the levels. GG: Levels? TT: How are you going to get better at fightin' without killing monsters, Jane. GG: I think I've done a fair job of scaling my echeladder without resorting to the slaughter of innocent, fictional monsters, thank you very much. TT: Please. TT: You've barely done any climbing at all. I'm talking about hopping more rungs than what playing a little prank on your dad or throwing your hat on the ground super hard is gonna get you. TT: You need battle experience to make some real headway. Like Jake. GG: I'm getting a little tired of various iterations of Dirk Strider telling me how I need to be more like Jake. GG: I know you think Jake is neat. I know all the Dirks just ADORE Jake! I GET IT! TT: Wow, chill out. TT: This ain't about whatever stuff you're apparently fixin' to twist your shit in a pretzel over. TT: You just need to get stronger, is all. Don't you think that's what your dad would want? GG: You don't need to remind me about that. I'm suddenly having flashbacks to a few years ago when he would ambush me almost every day for a pointless round of strife. GG: Boy does getting swatted with brooms and having cakes shoved in your face get old fast. TT: Yeah, but in the process you got pretty handy with that fork/spoon thingy, didn't you? GG: Well. Yes. TT: I'm just saying, if you don't run into any monsters on this planet, I think I'm going to have to set the bunny to "sparring mode" to help you along. GG: I am not going to spar with Lil Sebastian!!! GG: He is too quick and deadly to fight with. GG: And also, too adorable. :B TT: Ok. We'll see about that. TT: But in the meantime, we need to figure out a way to start harvesting grist. TT: Let's forget the car. But now that you have the wallet, you can grab much bigger things. TT: Big things have got to be worth more grist than all the picayune bullshit you keep around the house. TT: There are some choice relics in this place. Some of it has to be worth a fortune, gristways. GG: You could be right. GG: I will give it a try.