Six; Action/Phone

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Hardware Store
[You can find Sealand wheeling a red wagon through the store, it being the most practical solution for carrying around four buckets of paint and a dangerously high pile of wooden planks. The wagon seems to be holding up for now, at least. He's studying locks.]

They need to have those cool locks like in the movies.

[WHERE IS ALL THE RETINA SCANNING TECHNOLOGY, 1950S.]

Library
[Sealand is getting a bunch of books on building things! Of course, since he's a young boy, it's mostly about bird houses and shop classes, but it's good enough.]

Phone
Hey, Seborga, where are you?

Comments

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Sealand is Sealand! Let go!

How am I gonna dump boiling oil on people if I don't have a stove?

[This is the most obvious thing you should feel bad for not having considered this.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

You're not going to do that! What era do you think you're living in? [and it's not like he was going do that the other day sealand will never know]

Why can't you just be content with a toy train? Those are fun, aren't they? Choo choo?

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Well dumping water on France didn't help much!

[Considers.] I guess I'd need a transportation system. [This may be slightly bigger than toy-sized.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well. If it's France, that's fine.

I'll let you buy that lock, but then we're leaving after that. I'll buy you a nice little toy train. All right?

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I need the wood, too.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

... Is there a hammer and some nails involved with those planks?

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Well I'm not using tape.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

And are you going to be the one wielding the hammer?

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I can use a hammer.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

You're going to hammer in your thumb.

And die.

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[Involuntary shudder at the mention of dying.]

You can't die from that!

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Some ghosts have rather interesting stories.

Let's say I feel generous and let you build this... thing. You're going to let me watch you and make sure you don't horribly injure yourself too much. It's a good deal, so you'll take it.

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There's no such thing!

Why do I need to do what you say?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Because it wasn't a question.

Be grateful. I have better things to do with my time than watch you tinker around dangerously, like knitting my cat's sweater.

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Do you even know where my house is?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Of course I do.

Right off my coast.

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In Mayfield!

[England why are you impossible.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

That's rather irrelevant.

It's final, then. Come along, I'll buy these... things... for you.

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Fine.

[Dragging his wagon along behind him, ignoring its protesting creaking.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[... picks up some of the wobbling wood]

I hope you weren't planning to walk the planks home.

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What else was I gonna do with it?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Something reasonable, perhaps. But that was presumptuous of me.

Well, as long as I'm here, it'll be fine. Really, you just go around welcoming danger.

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Do not! Danger's just all over.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[fishing out his wallet] Yes, and this little wagon doesn't just scream inevitable disaster.

Is that all you need from here?

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How's a wagon dangerous?

Yeah. [He'll be back for the wiring later.]