Amulet

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Leonard the airmobile munchkin zips back around a corner zziinnng and says — You'll be needing this now.

— Whuzzis? you're wondering as he drops what you'll be needing over your head.

AMULET OF HIGHER UNDERSTANDING MODEL XGS-47 A PRODUCT OF XANALOGICS INTERCOSMIC PATENT PENDING.

— Well, yeah, I knew that.

You're holding the Amulet in your left palm. It reminds you of something from the Seventies. Either mood rings or blotter acid. Maybe both. It changes colors a lot and it puts strange words in your head. Yeah.