"Well, I'll be! It's like it's my birthday all over again!"
This time, McGucket doesn't tear the paper open with his teeth. He hooks a dirty finger under an edge and pulls; it isn't neat, but it also isn't, you know, like a human raccoon trying to get into a trash bag.
He holds up the cube and turns it over; the colors are different, and the symbols are of six Pokemon types, but the device itself is unmistakable. "A cubik's cube!" Fiddleford cries. "I ain't had one of these around since I got here! I didn't have nothing with me from home till Pokeymon Santa brought me my banjo!" He turns it over appreciatively. "This is a real fine cubeamawhatsit," he says to Dipper with a grin, then hands it back to him.
"Go on! Scramble it up! I won't peek!" He covers his eyes with both hands.
And taking the cube he'll study it for a minute and then scramble it up. It's pretty mixed up by the take he's finished as he's a nerd good with on the spot calculations.
Pop! Away from his eyes McGucket's hands go, and he plucks the cube from Dipper's hands.
He works on it for about thirty seconds, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He twists it at a normal pace at first, turning it over in his hands, occasionally making animal noises of frustration and undoing his last move.
"Hmph. I'm not as good at this as I used to be."
But he hasn't put it down yet. Twist, twist, twist.
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This time, McGucket doesn't tear the paper open with his teeth. He hooks a dirty finger under an edge and pulls; it isn't neat, but it also isn't, you know, like a human raccoon trying to get into a trash bag.
He holds up the cube and turns it over; the colors are different, and the symbols are of six Pokemon types, but the device itself is unmistakable. "A cubik's cube!" Fiddleford cries. "I ain't had one of these around since I got here! I didn't have nothing with me from home till Pokeymon Santa brought me my banjo!" He turns it over appreciatively. "This is a real fine cubeamawhatsit," he says to Dipper with a grin, then hands it back to him.
"Go on! Scramble it up! I won't peek!" He covers his eyes with both hands.
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"Thanks, I'm glad you like it....okay sure!"
And taking the cube he'll study it for a minute and then scramble it up. It's pretty mixed up by the take he's finished as
he's a nerdgood with on the spot calculations."Okay, got it ready!"
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He works on it for about thirty seconds, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He twists it at a normal pace at first, turning it over in his hands, occasionally making animal noises of frustration and undoing his last move.
"Hmph. I'm not as good at this as I used to be."
But he hasn't put it down yet. Twist, twist, twist.
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"Maybe you just need some more practise. Now you've got one you practise with whenever."