Simply put, Didgeridoo was a man of opportunity. He'd heard rumblings from his time on Earth that there was a land of barbarians who smacked rocks together aimlessly and spoke in grunts - an offshoot of the population who never quite got a grasp on the humans' natural intellect. He figured if he could find those people, he could bring something with him that would change his status overnight. It was a golden opportunity, all he had to do was find the location of these barbarians.

Through his research and explorations, Didgeridoo learned of the fabled Penguin Village. They weren't far from the ever popular East City, but they certainly weren't close enough to be a part of the sprawling metropolis. Whenever he'd asked cityfolk about the people of Penguin Village, Didgeri only grew more certain that was it: the home of the barbarians. Ignoring the biased, and relatively uneducated, aspects of their opinions, Didgeridoo set up a perfect scheme to become a godlike figure to the villagers.

That night, Didgeridoo made his arrival. He showed up at the village outskirts with a large barrel and a bag full of various technological advancements in one hand. Sewing machines, telephones, personal computers, those types of things. Along with his barrel and bag, Didgeridoo brought a sign that read 'Goodbye Stone Age, Hello Industrialization!!' Didgeridoo stuck the sign in the back of his shirt, causing it to wave behind him like a flag. In his opposite hand, Didgeri held an old-fashioned lantern to help illuminate the area around him. When he marched through the main path of the village, Didgeridoo played some kind of modern pop music through a loud speaker, shattering any peace that the villagers may have been used to in the middle of the week.

Hearing the obnoxious music brought a lot of villagers out to see what all the commotion was about, which was where they saw the Namekian making a fool of himself. He stopped when he reached what he believed to be the center of the village, where he dropped his bag and planted his sign in the dirt. He also popped the lid off the barrel to reveal what he had hauled along with him. Inside, various bladed weapons glistened in the lantern light. Didgeri pulled a few of the technological items out of his bag and set them up around him, as if to showcase them to the on-lookers, before taking a deep breath and smiling at the people around him.

"Good evening, Penguin Village!" Didgeridoo declared, speaking slowly as if he was addressing a crowd of babies or puppies, "My name is Didgeridoo. I know that name is four syllables, so you may call me Doo if that's easier for your simple minds to handle,"

Someone opened their mouth to speak, but Didgeri interrupted, "Feel free to come down and see what you've been missing out on. I may be relatively new to Earth, but even I am familiar with the advancements humans have made in recent years. If anything, I actually feel bad for you all,"

The first villager to take the bait was a youngster. It was a child, no older than four or five, who broke away from his parents clutches and ran up to examine Didgeridoo's wares. The boy stared at a pristine silver blade in the barrel in awe, as if he'd never seen something of the sort. Didgeridoo knelt down next to the barrel and pressed, "You want the sword? I'll tell you what, if you can bring me something valuable, it's yours," This seemed to excite the boy, who ran back to his house to find something to give.

He tried to be vague to invite as many offerings as possible. It was unlikely a barbaric tribe like this had any type of valuable human money in their possession, so he needed some kind of compensation. After all, that was the reason for this entire expedition. Before long, the boy had returned with some kind of handmade vase. It had intricate designs and seemed important, which was good enough for Didgeridoo. He shrugged and withdrew the sword from the barrel. He swung it a few times, then spun it around and handed the sword to the boy hilt first, "Thank you for your generosity,"

Sword in-hand, the boy ran back to his parents excitedly to show off what he'd gotten from the nice Namekian. Seeing a transaction go over smoothly, a few other villagers tried their luck, bringing various offerings before the benevolent technology-wizard. Didgeridoo basked in his slowly growing collection of valuables, most of which were mostly family heirlooms and undoubtedly less valuable than the weapons and tech he was giving away. Still, Didgeri loved collecting bits and bobs, and the barbarians of Penguin Village had plenty to offer. Keep 'em coming!