thinking about the Yautja Antiques Redistribution system again where if you can't successfully *hunt* humans, you hand them whatever random old Terran shit you've got stashed on your ship, then go cloaked and watch them go nuts trying to figure it out.
"they gave me an actual Masamune forged *tachi*."
"that's great, can you explain why they gave me why they handed me a longboard and a poster for a May 1967 Jefferson Airplane concert in Monterey?"
@Leucrotta Now picturing a Predator hanging ten on a surfboard.