Justin imagines it. He imagines the advertisements run for it, hoverboards and magic carpets alike. He imagines it, and all he can think of is...
"All I can think of are those old commercials for roller blades or skateboards, with the kids in the neon clothes and their never-matching helmets, with the knee pads and elbow pads and all. Talking about how radical! it all is while wearing all that crap. And how they have to add disclaimers about how you have to wear proper equipment when you do it, and no one ever does. Or, they rip it off when Mom's not looking. And then they get all beat and knocked up to hell and back, and hospital visits and then lawsuits and people screaming about it like it's the second coming of that evil devil music—like it's the coming of Elvis Presley and Ozzy Osbourne in a flying toy. And then you're in court and...well. I mean. You'd have to go through a lot of patent stuff and testing, and. Well."
He pauses a moment, wrapping his arms back around Tony's waist loosely.
"If you really want to, I can handle that. It's not too much extra work."
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"All I can think of are those old commercials for roller blades or skateboards, with the kids in the neon clothes and their never-matching helmets, with the knee pads and elbow pads and all. Talking about how radical! it all is while wearing all that crap. And how they have to add disclaimers about how you have to wear proper equipment when you do it, and no one ever does. Or, they rip it off when Mom's not looking. And then they get all beat and knocked up to hell and back, and hospital visits and then lawsuits and people screaming about it like it's the second coming of that evil devil music—like it's the coming of Elvis Presley and Ozzy Osbourne in a flying toy. And then you're in court and...well. I mean. You'd have to go through a lot of patent stuff and testing, and. Well."
He pauses a moment, wrapping his arms back around Tony's waist loosely.
"If you really want to, I can handle that. It's not too much extra work."