> take the flatinum and dance in it. grunt at the cowboy that the crosswalk > will be changed
space cowboy: “wait don’t you need to know which one it is?” you’re dancing amidst bars of flatinum > stop you stop dancing > ap9logize profusely to the space cowboy. explain that you are getting old. you apologize in this way, and put the flatinum back in the satchel and move it back toward the space cowboy for now > ask cowboy for details of the crosswalk hack or change. who do i have do them?
