"Really?" He turns around, eyebrow arched all over again. "Really?"
He crosses his arms.
"You come up with a plan like that, and then you can't even spring for the bloody duct tape? I'm giving you a D- in your conspiracy journalism class, just so you know."
Philip shakes his head. This would be a good moment to drop it, but he still hasn't got anything better to do, and now he might as well be in it to win it. He very unceremoniously reaches underneath his sweater, and rips off part of his shirt. Twists and knots the tatters into as thin and durable a piece of rope as he can.
"All right, so here's the back-up plan: I make this into an unfashionable communication device necklace, and hang it from the back of my neck. I'll start the feed, and you can watch it on your end while we walk."
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"Really?" He turns around, eyebrow arched all over again. "Really?"
He crosses his arms.
"You come up with a plan like that, and then you can't even spring for the bloody duct tape? I'm giving you a D- in your conspiracy journalism class, just so you know."
Philip shakes his head. This would be a good moment to drop it, but he still hasn't got anything better to do, and now he might as well be in it to win it. He very unceremoniously reaches underneath his sweater, and rips off part of his shirt. Twists and knots the tatters into as thin and durable a piece of rope as he can.
"All right, so here's the back-up plan: I make this into an unfashionable communication device necklace, and hang it from the back of my neck. I'll start the feed, and you can watch it on your end while we walk."