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[exeggutorhead]

"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."

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[no_ufo_ending]

No, there's a whole song. And everyone you know corrals you into a corner when they sing it and it's terrible.

_{[BABY HENRY DID NOT LIKE BIRTHDAYS, OKAY. Imagine a small, shaggy-mopped eight-year-old trying his best to phase through a dining room chair in front of a blazing cake.]}

[exeggutorhead]

Oh. Well, lucky for me I think you and Heather are the only people in this house who would know the song. I don't think Heather will be able to corral me into a corner too much.

[He reaches into the bag and pulls out the camera, then.]

So are you gonna show me how to use this?

[no_ufo_ending]

Lucky...oh! Sure.

_{[Not everyone was born with a polaroid in their hands like you, Townshend.]}

You look through this part here, and when the scene looks the way you want, just press this button on the top.

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy does what Henry says, pointing the camera...click!]

[He now has one picture of photographer friend on the camera.]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry should have expected that. He cringes and blinks at the spots that have burst into his vision.]}

It's also customary to say cheese first. Y'know. To give people warning.

[exeggutorhead]

Oh.

[Whoops. Sorry Henry, he didn't mean to immediately use your birthday gift against you.]

Yeah, okay, I'll remember that. And...how do I get the pictures off of it?

[no_ufo_ending]

In this little window is a film counter.

_{[He taps at a part on the camera. A broader grin crossing his face as he gets to explain HIS JAM to his friend.]}

When you run out of film, it will roll down to zero. Then you can take it to the Poke'mart. Some of them have bins where you can mail the camera off and they can either email you or pidgymail you the photos. And some bigger stores have stations where they develop them right there in around an hour.