Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Congratulations! Its a BOY! P.2

Short summary : Stanley starts learning sign language with the Narrator and the Timekeeper. Then tries his tricks and gets laughed at (by the Narrator).

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(This is somehow more crackfic than the last post, and it wasn't even meant to be. No idea where it went wrong but-

Enjoy if you want to I guess.)

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"Come to think of it.. Stanley, have you ever heard of sign language?"

Stanley thought for a second, something he didn't usually do. Had he ever heard of sign language? It was a language right? That used signs..
these things never occurred to him but perhaps a wave was considered sign language. Or maybe even a count of fingers. Were those all examples of sign language?

He shook his head.
Besides, he'd never heard of sign language. That was all just him trying to figure out what it was.
"Alright then.. it's simply a way of communication without the need to talk, which would be very useful for your case."

[Because youre too lazy to give me a voice.]
A page in the notebook read, in scribbled writing.

The Narrator tutted, but ignored Stanley's statement nonetheless.
"And I believe that there is no one better to teach you than some random person on the internet."
[Wait
  Wouldn't you know how to do it? ]

"No, Stanley, of course not. We can both learn on the way."
Stanley's grip on the pen tightened again, ready to scribble more words onto the paper before the Narrator spoke.
"That's enough of that, Stanley. Just watch."
Before he knew it, his vision went black and a lady appeared in front of a white screen. He listened as she explained the basics of sign language and then ran through the signing of  separate letters.

"How was that, Stanley? Did you take it in? I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure I remember all of those- but, uh.. here."

A poster materialised in front of Stanley before he could even comprehend the situation and upon picking it up, he realised it contained a list of all the letters in sign language printed out as photographed hands.

"This would probably help the both of us, wouldn't it, Stanley?"

After examining it for a bit, he put it down and reached for his notebook again.
[What do I do with this?]
It was too large to carry. Maybe the Narrator wanted to pin it onto the wall of something, it's not like Stanley had any idea.

"Are you kidding? You're meant to learn with it, Stanley. That's all we're here for. Go on then, why not sign your name as a first? I've heard that's a good place to start."

[Whatre you gonna do?]

"I'll be reading over the poster, of course."

Stanley turned around and glared at the ceiling in disgust.

"What? What do you want me to do- wha- sign my own name? Stanley, you're the only one that's going to be using these, you're the only one that's not able to speak! All I'll need to do is learn how to read what you sign."

Stanley huffed put a breath and hovered back over his notepad.
[ I refuse then. ]
He heard the Narrator groan and let out a heavy breath in annoyance.
"I can't deal with you. Fine. I'll signs with you. Happy now?"

[Whats your name anyway ]

"Calm down, Stanley," the Narrator chuckled, "No need to get that personal yet. I'm just kidding. I suppose "Narrator" is my name. It seems like just a title but it says a lot, does it not? Even I would refer to myself as such."