Hurrying home with a freezing dAnkan, you hastily park the sled in the camera monitored stables before tucking dAnkan into a warm bed. Walking past a weird black dot on the wall connected to a wire, you try to look through Antonín’s medicine cabinet for any cold medicine. You find a bottle labeled proverheadphonestatemplatestimony in the cabinet right next to a big lens-like object, and take it back to dAnkan.
“This is gonna be great, Santa. I hate being a crook. I’m not a crook, Santa. I’m not a crook!” dAnkan mumbles feverishly. Walking up and showing the bottle, dAnkan wakes up. “Oh, what’s that? Ambrosia from heaven? I remember taking that once: it felt like my feathers were made of cotton candy for a week.” Well, sort of wakes up at least.
Getting worried, you and the camera next to you lean in to try to figure out what this medicine actually contains, but the label is too finely printed. You think you see the words “not liable”, “risk of core dump”, and “not for ducklings” on there, but it simply contains too much text.
“What? No, don’t leave me! I love cotton candy! A-hoo!” dAnkan falls back into their pillow from the sneeze.
“Oh qu*ck, I’m really Achoo-coresick! I mean sick to my core. Bleh. If you really want to figure out what’s in it, do it quickly. Efficiently, even. Hey, you look like some kinda fancy Al Gore impersonator in this light,” says dAnkan to the big, fuzzy microphone hanging over the bed.
Walking over to the LemonTM computer, moving a couple microphones and a webcam out of the way you pour some of the proverheadphonestatemplatestimony into the USB slot to load it into an analyzer program, and look through it stringently.