So, one day Edward was driving me home when I noticed something odd.
"Edward." Says I. "Edward, your blinker is, like, on steroids… or something." He looked down at it and frowned. It was blinking really, really, really fast. And we weren't turning.
"Um… tap it. Or hit it. That should fix it." I told him.
He looked at me strangely. "Why would hitting it fix it?"
"How could it not? Hitting things always fixes them for me!" I said.
"Uh-huh… Okay then…" He said. He then proceeded to poke the glass separating us from the blinker.
"It's not working." He said.
"Poke it harder!" I said.
So he did. And guess what. It stopped!
For about three seconds. Then it started again. Faster. I'll give you an example.
Normal blinker: blink blink… blink blink… blink blink…
Blinker before Edward poked it: blink blink blink blink blink…
Blinker now: blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink!
Edward said, "Oh no! Now it's worse!"
"Well, you know what that means… Poke it harder!" I said.
He sighed. Then poked it harder. Once. Twice. Thr-. Uh-oh. It cracked.
"Aah! My baby! I'm so sorry! My poor, poor baby! I broke your face!" He cried.
I just looked at him. He saw my angry look.
"Um… I mean… No big deal… Just a… just a… CAR!" He started sobbing. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Edward, look! It stopped blinking!" I said. Then frowned. "Never mind."
Blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink!!!
Um… Yeah, this is what happens when get ideas while driving. Does anyone else think the word 'blink' looks really weird now?
Peace out,
---Mojo... Mojo doesn't own Twilight.