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[gobblewonked]

[In case you were wondering: yes, every public post McGucket makes is going to start out uncomfortably close to his wall-eyed, warty face.

Yeehaw! I finally put my Pokeygear back together! Looks like I got it up and runnin’ just in time!

Y’see, I nearly forgot, what with jumpin’ from July to Christmas and all, but all this talk about Valentine’s Day done remindated me! My birthday’s a-comin’, six months early! I’m turning—

[He falters, face pulling into a frown.]

I’m turning...

[He scratches the side of his head. It’s no good, it’s not coming back to him. He doesn’t remember how old he is.

Brightly:]

--eleventy-ten!

[Nailed it.]

So I’m throwin’ myself a birthday hooootenanny out back behind the Magnet Train station!

[McGucket, that’s a junkyard. He’s having a birthday party in a junkyard.]

I got banjo music, party streamers, moonshine I made from a Ribombee, and enough beans for everybody! We ain’t runnin’ out this time, not even if the bridge possum brings his whole family again!

[He leans in real close to the camera again and scowls, whispering with barely-contained fury:]

You should have told me your wife was invitin’ her sister’s kids.

[You know what you did, bridge possum.

But McGucket brightens again and returns to a reasonable distance from the camera.]

So come on over to the big junkyard in Goldenrod on Febberary thirteenth! It’s gonna be a rip-roarin’ hoot-hollerin’ shindig, yes siree! Heeheehoo!

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[bertall]

_{[Oh, it's the robot guy! He remembers him from the contest, but--]}

What, uh... What's moonshine?

_{[Nobody tell him. Let him find out for himself.]}

[gobblewonked]

Gyeh heh heh! It's what I been a-workin' on in the still out yonder! It's skull-crackin' ruckus juice! It's whiiiite lightning!

[notvaljean]

A hootenanny shindig? Count me in!

[Jean has no idea what either of those words mean, but they sound fun.]

[gobblewonked]

[It's gonna be so much fun. McGucket's thrilled Jean's interested in going.]

I'll save a can of beans for you 'specially!

What kinda riffraff does Eren like? Coffee grounds? Old receipts? Dirty socks?

[notvaljean]

Oh, he'll eat anything! He'd probably be really happy just with the cans from the beans.

[Eren's palate is pretty non-discerning.]

Should I bring anything?

[Besides a birthday gift for McGucket, which he's already thinking about. What to get the old man?]

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[paladinlost]

...Goodness, that bridge possum certainly had no proper understanding of etiquette.

[That Cecil zeroes in on that first is a sign of the strictness of Baron's royal education.]

Ribombee-based moonshine would be... made from honey? Is it stronger or weaker than vodka?

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[gobblewonked]

[Ugh, right? It was so embarrassing, and in front of the raccoons too! But McGucket's made sure to have enough this time. He's glad you understand, Cecil.

But he laughs at the question.]

Heheheh, thaaat's right! Only one way to find out!

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[paladinlost]

[But does he really want to find out, is the question.]

...As we cannot die in this world, this is probably the only situation in which 'finding out' is completely safe. You've some previous experience with homebrewed alcohol, I hope?

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[schachmeister]

[What even is this? There is a lot happening in this post, none of which Armin understands.]

H-Hootenanny?

Video;

[gobblewonked]

That's right! A real big one!

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[schachmeister]

What is a hootenanny? I've never heard of anything like it before.

[thedifferencebetween]

...Holy shit, is this for real?

Are you for real? Is this performance art? Am I on drugs? I'm intrigued!

[gobblewonked]

Heh heh heh! I'm as real as I'll ever be!

[He does a quick, frenzied jig.]

What d'you mean, 'performance art?'

[thedifferencebetween]

Deep, man.

[See this? This is the sort of quality entertainment Jack wants out of his network perusal.]

Never mind, doesn't matter. You just keep on doing you, buddy.

And filming it.

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

[What is this...even?]

.....please tell me you're not planning to give moonshine to children if they show up.

[gobblewonked]

Aw, sure I won't. I got some regular ol' apple cider for any little fellers what turn up!

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

[That's a relief.]

That's good thinking. Are you expecting a lot of people?

[borschtkot]

DAMMIT I WON'T BE IN GOLDENROD TIL THE 18TH!! SAVE ME SOME MOONSHINE!!

[gobblewonked]

[He matches Yuri decibel for decibel.]

YOU GOT IT OLD PAL! HOOOO-EE! I DUNNO WHY WE'RE SHOUTIN' ABOUT IT BUT I'LL SAVE A JAR FOR YOU!

[borschtkot]

AWESOME. YOU'RE THE BEST, DEDUSHKA!!

[Why not keep it going? McGucket was great.]

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[angelshot]

Free booze? Hell fucking yeah.

Better stock up, old man.

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[gobblewonked]

Eh heh heh! That's the hootenanny spirit!

You see? Because, ah. Because it's alcamahol?

[There's a long, long beat, as that pun sinks in.]

[angelshot]

That was so incredibly lame.

But you've got the good shit so I'm gonna overlook it just this once.

[charcoalfeather]

Oh! You're the man who won one of the contest prizes!

[She remembers... how all that went. It was really something!]

Um, wow. Your birthday is coming up too? I'm glad for you! Birthday parties are so much fun.

[gobblewonked]

Yes sir, that's me, Fiddleford McGucket!

[He beams at the camera.]

How old are you turnin', little lady?