KNIGHT: He chose... poorly.

Indy studies the array of singles.

ELSA: It would not be a compact disc.

Indy picks up a cartridge, a simple white casette.

INDY: That's the jam of a carpenter.

He and Elsa exchange a look.

INDY: There's only one way to find out.

Indy goes to the boombox and slips the cassingle inside, then pauses. Indy slowly presses down on the play lever. A scandalous sensation overcomes him, a feeling of wanting to see that thong thong thong thong thong.

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Queer Town

A lil' town for me and maybe some friends in the future.