"WOW, THE SHEER AMOUNT OF GAMER BOYS THAT SIGNED UP FOR SPEED DATING....."

"Hmmm, wait a moment...."

"Hey there, everybody!"

"Heard there was a speed dating event or something?"

"There sure is!"

"You're.... the only gamer boy......"

"Had the cash. Felt it proved my status as a gamer boy."

"Please don't forget the two gamer monster slots."

"They're very important to the brand."

"Of course! Gamer boy with a side of gamer monster!"

"Well, normally at these events, the gamer boys have to fight over the few gamer girls and monsters."

"BUT! As you're the only one, looks like you get your pick of the litter!"

"Lets start you off with your best match. What are you seeking in a Gamer Girl?"

"Hard question, actually. I think I was mostly looking for a gamer monster. No offense to the gamer girls, of course."

"Heard two really attractive ones signed up for this."

"Oh, no..... all these gamer girls are going to go hungry...."

"You heard two really attractive ones signed up?"

"Which ones??????"

"Absolutely! I've got some pics even, wanna see 'em?"

"Sure, let me take a look!"

"Just, uh, making sure here, you're not playing this live on TV, right? Might be a tad spicy."

"That's classified information."

"Works for me."

"Anyways, here's pic number 1."

"Let's not forget about pic number 2, super gorgeous stuff."

"I think a third was supposed to show up, but forgot to buy a ticket."

"............................................................"

"Bit of a shame, really."

"Y-you only got 100k?!?!"

"You got scammed so hard, fuck the Neo! What were you thinking?!"

"They would have sold for more if you didn't show them off to any guy who asked."

"Well, I didn't really consider you just, y'know, any guy, but..."

Sigh.

"I guess you've got a point. I should be more protective of what really matters."

"Greetings, alien of absurd amounts of gender!"

"Thanks! I try."

"You might not know this, but you are currently interacting with an anomaly of capitalistic origins. ;^)"

"If you would be so kind, please take yourself and your 50 genders a little to the right, so I can place it within the containment bag. :^D"

"Oh, no worries, I'm perfectly aware, dude was on TV like 5 years ago or something. Not my favorite character, but he brought in some pretty good drama as far as I'm concerned."

"Oh, sure, go ahead! He didn't get more than 100k points on what was essentially a gold mine despite my expectations, so he's worthless to me now!"

"Wow, amazing talk, alien. This was extremely fascinating and absolutely worth the time spent."

"I will think about your words later. :^)"

The notail uses a dog catching stick to wrangle Zookeeper into a plastic bag like a piece of trash.

"Anomaly contained! :^D"

"You could have just picked him up y'know, I'm pretty sure he doesn't bite."

"PICK UP AN ANOMALY, IS YOUR IQ BELOW 50??!?!?!?!"

"I mean...."

"Changing to alien verbiage. Picking uppsy a wittle anomaly can cause big owies. :^U"

"Did you at least remember to bring a tag or are you new to this?"

"We all have to start somewhere, I get it."

"Sir, Madam, Xs, (Pretend I said out your full 50 alien gender titles.) I am a professional. Not just any professional."

"I'm one of O-5's elites. :^)"

"Damn, guess the rumors about him losing whatever little amount of sense he still had left when his therapist left him were true after all!"

"Also, you don't have to worry about the gender titles thing. I've only got 3 or 4 and you landed at least one of them."

("Ah, the alien is gossiping.....")

"By the way, I'm pretty sure he took the photos with him when you put him in the bag, and well,"

"They were kinda worth 100k each, friend. I understand you guys don't really get cash and all that but, I mean, well,"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but- (Wait, alien verbiage....)"

"Oooooh, gosh geez??? Weally? I'm sorry,,,,,,,, but your pictures [Over exaggerated sigh.] were taken by an anomaly [The notail makes random hand motions that mean nothing, as if trying to mimic someone who would move their hands during a conversation.], so the pictures are anomalous contraband... So sorry...... would you like a cookie? :^)"

"(Man, this guy's somewhat hot, actually. I hope he dies an incredibly painful and miserable death on some backwater clockwork planet. Could be cool.)"

"Oh, no worries. I got what I came for, more or less."

"Also, I'm pretty sure the worst thing I could ever do is accept food from a notail who is probably also a Q-class of all things."

"Ah, yes, you're here for one of your disgustin- err, romantic mating rituals."

"I recommend avoiding flirting with an anomaly next time. Avoid clockworks too, alien! :^)"

"The more you know!" [While the notail makes a motion that seems excited, her voice is monotoned.]

"(Man, this guy is beyond amateurish. Flirting with anomalies is anomaly hunting 101. That and the whole tagging business, which he skipped too.)"

Amy completely forgot to listen to everything the notail had said by the end, because he was too busy badmouthing them in his mind.

"I'll tell you if I find any, friend. You too."

"Уходи!!"

"That's tourist for 'see you later.' :^)"

"Oh, I hope not!"