Disclaimer: I neither hid the directions from Lloyd nor own PotF

The Failures of Lloyd Diffy

by CraftyNotepad

Thanks to okaie for always

Failure.

Again.

"Why can't I get this to work? I'm a qualified positronic engineer, a respected employee of Wizrd Corp. But this? Failure after failure. I'm a failure. Again. Failure! Failure! Failure! Again and again and again!"

One thing more Pim could say about her dad (besides nice, kind, and tall) is that he is slow to admit defeat.

"I give up. This is just impossible to accomplish in this backwater of the past. Nobody could possibly put this together."

"(Sigh)"

Once more, Lloyd Diffy, loving husband, father of two, friend to man and caveman alike, manned-up and tackled his pet project yet again. In the garage, he disconnected the wires once more, then emptied the reaction chamber, wiping it clean, and replacing its precious fluids in a new sequence that seemed less logical than any of the ones previously tried. Reattaching the wires, he threw the switch atop the unit, clenched his teeth, and began the ten-count.

"One, two, three," the chamber's temperature began to drop significantly. So far, so good. "Four, five, six," the unit began to hum melodiously, crystals forming. Okay, okay -- finger's crossed. "Seven, eight" it began to vibrate violently, alignment compromised, pressure skyrocketing. At "nine," Lloyd suddenly remembered he forgotten, for the ninth time, to put on his safety goggles. In a hopeless attempt, he reached for them, leaning directly over the malfunctioning vessel. "Te--"

Ka-BLOOIE!

Obvious failure. Again.

"(Sigh)"

If there was one thing Lloyd Diffy had learned from his long history of failures, it was how to clean up afterward. As he absentmindedly conferred aloud with himself over what could have led to his latest explosion, the once-22nd Century denizen walked into the kitchen to get cleaned up, again, stopping only to explain his appearance to his son, then look for the blue soap to remove remnants of the explosion from his face. If there was one thing he missed due to being stranded in this century it was his beloved snowcone – oh, how he craved to enjoy it once more ...

Happy Halloween!

Yes, a day late, but what's a day to time travelers such as ourselves?