"All done!"
On the equally rain-soaked pier, the disabled old man in a wooden wheelchair proudly displayed his newly completed invention to everyone:
"I call it the Enhanced High-Power Interdimensional Communicator. With this, we can contact Mister Mxyzptlk."
"Hehe, it just looks like an ordinary wooden horn." Harley circled the huge horn sitting on the dock, tilted her little mouth, and began critiquing it. "And you copied the pattern design of a Scandinavian cow horn. Look here, everyone—there are even some meaningless Runes."
At her words, everyone gathered around to inspect it. Even Robotman, who had been constantly bailing water out of the cabin to keep the boat from sinking, poked his head out the window.
Chief's face flushed red. He thumped his wheelchair with both fists as though his hands were a Judge's gavel, but his words were far less organized than those of a legal professional.
"Can a scientist's work be called plagiarism? No! Did I copy anything? I did not! By your logic, I've lost my memories of a great deal of science and technology, so whose work could I even copy?"
"But this is a magic item."
Raven had finished examining it. The thing was powered by Tenth Metal and used the air of the Fifth Dimension as a resonance medium. It still needed air-based magic to activate it.
Other than the wooden, horn-shaped shell, which could barely be linked to engineering, none of the rest had anything to do with technology.
"Young people have no sense of martial virtue. I finally made what you asked for, and now you're nitpicking. Are we using it or not? Or would you rather hear me explain how many Latin spellings there are for fennel?"
Chief began sulking in his wheelchair again. The place was noisy and full of