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AO3He stared at the tape, and tapped it. “What is this?”

“It’s an ancient video recording. Only 50 dollars.”
Alcor stared at it. On one hand, he had way too much junk in his hat. (When was the last time he emptied it out again…?)
On the other hand, however, he didn’t really have much to lose.
He reached in his shirt, and grabbed out his infinite wallet, giving him a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
The guy simply shrugged, and took it. “Thanks dude.”
“No problem.“

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Alcor blipped over to the house, in the middle of a episode of ‘Acquaintances’– One of The Flock’s favorite sit-coms.
“Hey guys, mind if I borrow the TV?” He asked.
The Flock – specifically Missy, Not Our Future, Devil’s Child, Curses, and Bananas, – groaned. Some dully accepted Alcor’s request, others whined.
“B̺̹̣̺͇̟u̙͉͞t̸̖̭̭ w͏ͅe͕͎̳̫͠ ̻̭j͔͚͞u̳̙s̺̟̠͇t̴̘͙ g̘o͇̲̺t̟͠ ͎̞̰̙͍͈̟ṯ̱̖ͅo̳̬͔̗͎̲̞ ̝̪̥̱t͇͍͈h̡̪̦̘̹̱̰e̝͕̘͇̞͈͉ ̢̳̜͚g̨͈o͍̪̪͡o̡d̘̮̭̬ ͖̖̕ͅp̷̪̩̼̞̝̞a̧̞̱̜r̡͉̫̦̮͖̦̤t̙̼͕̝!̤̬” Sauron complained.

“Guys, you can literally watch this anytime you want. I can turn this on at the exact moment you left it.”
The Flock mumbled, upset, but they knew Alcor was right. The balls of fluff and emotions slowly trickled out the door, until only a few dreams were left, namely Star, Incandescence, and Quiet.
“We’ll watch it with you.” Incandescence said.
Alcor got up, and slipped the tape in, and it clicked, flickering on. Bright colors flooded the screen. Alcor’s eyes widened, and he stopped breathing as grinning characters and pastel colors filled the TV. and a star leaped across the screen, words in cursive labelling the show.
“Mizar The Magnificent.”

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