| rdfs:comment | - When I woke up the next day, I saw that Screech was starting to gather up the satchels that were laying around the cave. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Huh? Oh. Well, I guess I'm what you could call a traveler," Screech said. "I come to one place, stay for a couple days or maybe a week, then pack up and move on. You wanna come with me?" "Uh...sure, I guess," I said. "I mean, I really don't know what else to do, so I guess I should stick with the guy who saved my life." "Speaking of which," said Screech, "can you explain this?"
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| abstract | - When I woke up the next day, I saw that Screech was starting to gather up the satchels that were laying around the cave. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Huh? Oh. Well, I guess I'm what you could call a traveler," Screech said. "I come to one place, stay for a couple days or maybe a week, then pack up and move on. You wanna come with me?" "Uh...sure, I guess," I said. "I mean, I really don't know what else to do, so I guess I should stick with the guy who saved my life." "Speaking of which," said Screech, "can you explain this?" Screech reached into one of the satchels and pulled out two similar-looking amulets. One of them looked very familiar to me... "Hey, that's mine," I said, pointing at the familiar amulet. "Yeah, I guessed that," said Screech, handing my amulet to me. "I mean, you were wearing it when I found you washed up on the beach. I want to know where you got it from." "My dad gave it to me when I was four," I said. I was trying to put the amulet around my neck, but since my arms were tiny and my head was huge, this was impossible to do. "But when my dad gave it to me, it was just a golden locket that was impossible to open," I continued. "I kept trying to open it, but I was about as successful as I am with putting this amulet around my neck." "Hmm..." Screech thoughtfully rubbed his chin with one of his wings. "I might be able to do something about those teeny arms of yours," he said. "You can?" I asked. "Yep!" Screech replied. "Hang on, I'll get my toolbox." "Your what?" Screech didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the back of the cave and picked up a big red toolbox that I hadn't noticed before. I say "picked up", but the truth is, it was so heavy that he ended up having to drag it as he came back. He opened the box and drew out two mechanical arms. They were the same length as his wings, but they had three claws (two regular ones and a thumb) on the hands. They reminded me of the robot arms that Rex wore in Toy Story That Time Forgot. "These arms will allow your reach to be as good as mine," said Screech, bending the elbow of one of them to make sure that it worked. "And they'll let your physical strength increase fivefold, so you'll be able to carry heavy things." "You're not gonna, like, rip off my real arms and put those there instead, are you?" I asked nervously. "Of course not," said Screech, laughing. "I'll just put these over your real arms. I bought 'em from a merchant a couple months ago, and he said that they can only fit a Tyrunt or a Tyrantrum. "He also said that once a Tyrunt or Tyrantrum wears these arms, they instantly attach to the Pokémon and each other, meaning that they can never be taken off. However, they function exactly the same as, say, the arms of a Mewtwo, take away the additional moves and such. Bottom line is, it means that you can get cool cybernetic arms without going through a painful two-hour operation." Screech was right. The installation of the arms only took a few minutes, and most of this was just to make sure the arms were comfortable enough. When Screech was finished, I tested them out by putting the amulet around my neck. "They work perfectly!" I said. I was really happy to have arms that worked almost like my human ones. Sure, it might take some time to get used to having only three fingers, but I wasn't worried about that. "Glad to see that you like them," said Screech. "Now could ya give me a hand with these satchels?" "Ok." I helped Screech gather all the satchels, as well as a few jars of Berries and water from a nearby stream. When we left the cave around noon, Screech and I were both wearing the satchels around our necks. I was carrying the toolbox, although it felt lighter than I thought, and Screech had the spear. "So, where are we off to?" I asked. "Iron Mountain," Screech answered.
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