Spatial Disturbance

[Whatevr89532]

"Are they paying you for the info or is it out of the goodness of your heart?" says Whatevr, sounding kidding about the 'goodness of your heart' part. "Or is it more like a 'do this and we won't do something worse to you' arrangement?"

[AmbushCat]

Jennifer: *ignores the 'goodness of your heart' crack* A little of both. I help them out with this, and I get myself a decent paycheck and permanent lodging at that gigantic ship outside of Muffinville proper, which would effectively curb my weakness for sweets and cut back on all those dentist appointments. I don't help them out with this, and terrible movies and fanfiction get beamed to my television every night. It wasn't a hard choice to make. *withdraws a Cookies N Cream Hershey's bar from somewhere and starts chewing on it*

[Whatevr89532]

"There's probably something you can buy somewhere that just makes your teeth immune to decay if you actually enjoy being addicted to sweets," says Whatevr. "After you're done doing this business.

[AmbushCat]

Jennifer: If there is, I haven't seen it.

[Whatevr89532]

"Have you tried the super-google? Or the mega-one? Don't answer, of course you have." Whatevr waves semi-dismissively. "Maybe the people who can change what you see on TV can prune your search results. Contact me sometime later on if you want a more thorough and unfiltered search of what there is to buy and where." The werewolf produces an index card as if from his sleeve (but, shirtless and there's fur there) which says "Summon a Whatevr by tearing this in half" on the front of it, and offers it to her.
"For the moment, I assume...what, nineteen minutes have managed to pass?"

[AmbushCat]

*as Jennifer takes the index card* At the tone. Beeeep!

[Whatevr89532]

"Alrighty," Whatevr nods cheerfully. "This exchange has put me in a good mood, so I'll take care of your plant infestation while I'm at it. Maybe stick 'im somewhere he's likely to get zapped with color energy or whatnot..." He swoops, superman-flight-style, over to the Korok, grabs it in both arms, and in a similar plant-styled poof to when the Korok appeared, both of them disappear.

[AmbushCat]

*nods when they leave* Interesting fellow. I think I like him.

Jennifer: *sighs* Let's just go, okay?

*rolls her eyes* So impatient. Five, four, three, two, one...

*With blurs of pseudo-motion, the bulk of the task force jumps into hyperspace to do what they set out to do. The rest of it moves off to the side, settling in and getting to work when they find a suitable location for a base of operations.*