Look, despite what people whisper behind my back, I’m not just a 12 year old boy in a 26 year old’s body, okay? And that nonsense about me talking to some fortune teller machine is ridiculous—let’s just drop it.
Then again, if I were a 12 year old magically turned into an adult, investing $9000 in a
said fortune-telling machine
would probably seem like a good idea. Even better, it’s still quarter-operated, meaning that you have only to entice 36,000 of your friends to get their fortunes told in order to make back your initial investment.
Zoltar—Zol, to his fortune-telling buddies—can spit out 16 different fortunes in a creepy voice, or 23 different fortunes on a little slip of paper. My personal favorite? “Help, I’m trapped in a fortune cookie factory.” It just works on so many levels.
While we’re on the subject, did anyone else go back to watch
as an adult and find the romantic sub-plot kind of icky? Yeah.