"I don't get it," Jason growled in frustration, glaring daggers at the new, sleek, modern phone in front of him. He crossed his arms in petulance. "What was wrong with the Nokia? I don't need this brick. Too fragile." He announced with an animated gesture at the thing. Behemoth. Monster. Goliath.

He appreciated your efforts. Technology changed drastically while he was rolling in his grave, and you were helping as much as you could—Jason asked you to, in fact—but it was just. Not. Possible. The copier hated his guts, he dares not touch the Kindle, and this device is a brick.

The phone wasn't tactile, was way too big, and weird. Jadon cracked his knuckles darkly. "Where are all the buttons? This'll be cracked over a knee way too easy. Here, I'll demonstrate."