He was pretty sure his bones were wet, but that was probably more his blood's fault rather than the rain, he sensibly thought.
God, it was hot in here. Why didn't someone turn on the fan?
Ah, there's the switch.
*switch*
So this is what flying feels like. Its grea-
*whapcrack*
"Ow."
*thunk*
Hey! How'd the switch get to the other side of the room? I was there just a second ago...
Pretty stars. The way they dance is just so... pretty.
And that figure standing next to that one star, it looks like...
"Maurice? Maurice Brinckenhauer Alridge Marmaduke?"
"No" answered a gruff-sounding voice.
"Maurice, I must say, you're voice is starting to sound a lot like gruff's"
"No" answered a gruff-sounding voice.
"Maurice, you used to be so verbose. All those conversations we had under that fungal growth... why so monosyllabilic?"
"Well, it all started at computer camp.."
"Was it in '84?"
"Yep. Met this girl there - "
"Really."
"Her name was Judy"
"Fascinating."
No, wait. This obviously couldn't be real. Maurice hated computer camp.
Strange.
"Why is Maurice acting so weird?" he asked the pinstriped weasel next to him.
*grunt*
Oh, right. It was a weasel.
Hm.
In all his excitement, he didn't notice the fan didn't switch on. Until now.
Great. Now I need to get up and walk all the way across the room.
Getting up and realising he was still pretty soaked through (stupid rain) he squelched across the room.
*switch*
So this is what flying feels like. Its grea-
*whapcrack*
"Ow."
*thunk*
Sigh.
This was going to be a long night.
2 comments:
Started off as an idea... and then just seemed to melt into nothingness.
Hahahahhaa, I appreciate the idea... I was about to ask you if you'd finally had your first drink and thats what set the"creative" juices flowing :P
The idea was good only but! And the gruff soundin voice bit :D
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