It's not a no. If it turns out to be bait— sorry, Ranboo.

Quackity hands him the book. 

Ranboo reads it, then straightens their posture and walks directly away without saying anything. 

"I— what—...okay?" 

This is said to Ranboo's back. 

Yeah, that doesn’t get a response either. Bye!

(His movements are strange; he normally takes care to try and look as small and human as possible, but right now he’s doing the opposite, emphasizing his unnatural height and gait.)

Okay. That was weird. Hopefully he did not just cause something terrible to happen.

At least there is no proof that he had any idea showing Ranboo the book would do that, seeing as he didn't, in fact, have any idea it would do that. Now he's just kind of staring at the outpost. 

He doesn't super want to remake the mistakes of yesterday, but he could see if there's anyone in Las Nevadas other than Quackity. Might be a good idea, actually, if he's going to keep hanging around near the place. 

There are a few people hanging around Las Nevadas! There’s a gold-skinned emerald-eyed man who is either wearing an elaborate shark costume or also is partially shark, an anthropomorphic fox, a brunet man with glasses whose skin and clothes have patches of green, and a blond teenage boy in a purple hoodie who he may recognize as Purpled. 

Purpled is, to his knowledge, totally civil but very introverted. Likes his dog and not much else. He doesn't recognize any of the others but how about... green-patches guy, and if that turns out to suck he'll switch gears and talk to the fox. 

“Hello, Quackity from Somewhere Else! Dap me up!” He holds out his fist for a fist bump. 

...sure, okay. Fist bump. 

"Hi. I'm, uh, Q from District Ten works fine. You would be...?" 

The feeling of the fist bump is strange, like fist bumping a bag of water.

“I’m—” He visibly catches himself. “I’m a guy! I’m just a normal guy. I am a normal meat guy with bones.”

...sure, okay, he'll yes-and that bit. 

"That's an exceptionally ordinary thing for a normal meat guy to say and I completely believe you. Congratulations on your bones." 

“Thank you, Q from District Ten! Have you heard of gambling?”

"I'm familiar with the concept." 

“Would you like to get started with a small loan?” (He pulls up a diamond to hold, while he asks.)

Getting himself in debt to other-Quackity sounds like the worst idea. "Alas, I do not myself gamble, I merely encourage gambling in others." 

He nods enthusiastically enough that a piece of his goo slides off his head and falls onto the sand. He decides against picking it up and reattaching it in case this gives him away as being made of slime rather than meat. “The house always wins!” He has no idea what this means but Quackity from Las Nevadas says it a lot when talking about gambling so hopefully it’s apropos. 

He politely pretends not to notice the fallen goo.

"Business wouldn't run if it didn't." 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He digs a one-block hole in the ground beneath him and crouches in it. “Hello Q from District 10! We are friends now. Dap me up!” Fist bump?

...sure. Fist bump. "Nice to meet you too, man. What do you do around here?" 

Successful greeting complete, he gets back out of the hole. “Seventeen days ago Quackity from Las Nevadas taught me about griefing and spying! And then nine days ago TommyInnit from nowhere in particular took some of my controlling goo and showed me a nice damp hole, but he gave it back. I talk to Quackity from Las Nevadas a lot. He’s my best friend. Other than that I just… watch things.”

"Gosh, griefing and spying, that's exciting. What sorts of things do you watch?" 

“All sorts of things! I watched nothing but the slow decline of the sea level eventually transforming a swamp into a desert for hundreds and hundreds of years! Now that I can talk I mostly watch humans because they do more interesting things faster than that. …And so do I. Because I’m a human.”

"Indeed you are. Absolute model of humanity." Hm. "Who-all hangs around Las Nevadas, in your watching, would you say?" 

“Quackity from Las Nevadas, Foolish from a long time ago, Fundy from L’Manberg, and Purpled from UFO. Sometimes Wilbur from L’Manberg or Ranboo will come when they think nobody’s watching.”

Wow, that's a memorable set of descriptions. Purpled from UFO? What does Foolish from a long time ago even mean?

"Thank you!" he says, as earnest as he can manage.