Simba: Well, looks like another day at the grind, what's on my agenda for the day?
Portugawa: Well, it appears that you have just advanced an era by learning your ABC's so I'd say some trades are in order.
Simba: Alright, say, do you know anybody who we could trade with?
Portugawa: Well, the cow-queen could have something maybe.
Simba: Like what? Seriously, she's a cow, they don't have technologies. In that way they are like Canadians!
Radio: I'd just like to clarify the views expressed in this story aren't mine and I have no control over the actions of the main story characters
Portugawa: Did you hear that?
Simba: Yeah, sounded like some guy who spends his weekends pretending he's doing a radio broadcast, what a loser!
Portugawa: Anyways, here comes the cow queen now! Hurry, make the trade!
Victoria: MOOO! Moooooooooomooo. Moo.
Simba: How did you learn Archery? Cow's can't use a bow and arrow! They also have no use for writing as far as I know.
Victoria: Moo. MOOOMOMOOOOOMOOOOOO!
Simba: Ok, ok, fine. I'll make the trade.
Asoka: Listen, buddy, I want your pigs NOW!
Simba: Whoa! Easy fella, I'm sure we can make a deal.
The negotiations ensue
Asoka: So to summarize, I will give you nothing so long as you don't give me the pigs?
Simba: That's right! Pure profit for everyone involved!
Asoka: Where does the profit come in?
Simba: Well, erm... You see, you can sell the nothingness byproduct to other countries in exchange for their nothingness, which is worth far less than ours. If you buy out their stock, you can withhold nothing until the price goes up. Wham-o! You've got profit!
Asoka: Well then, I do like this deal.
Simba: While you're here, let's make another deal, give me all your technologies!
Asoka: Wait, what?
Simba: Fine, you drive a hard bargain, give me all your technologies for the Alphabet.
Asoka: Um, ok?
Simba: Now let's go to Mr. Potter and demand his sorcery!
*Knocks on door*
Simba: You there, Mr. Potter? It's me, Simba.
Gandhi Potter: Listen, I told you-
Simba: I want your magic of folding over the gray metal!
Gandhi Potter: Listen, it's not magic-
Simba: Ah, you're just being modest. Now give me the fairy dust and we'll be on our way.
Gandhi Potter: No, listen, you need a forge-
Simba: Fine, everybody wants to know how I learned my ABC's. I'll just grab this...
He grabs the technology of Iron Working
Simba: ...and here's the Alphabet.
Gandhi Potter: I'm still not magic!
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