They don't let us out much, so the coffee in my hand wasn't real, just
instant. I personally hadn't been out since 1957, so I didn't feel much
regret because Bill from Aquatic Engineering said society had collapsed. I
leaned back in my chair, my back popping and my coffee swishing as I did
so. Frank, my lab partner was quietly snoring from his desk. He wasn't
really supposed to do that but hey, after what we just finished we were
both zonked. The footsteps coming down the hallway made me sit up quickly,
the boss was here.
He looked at me; eyes flashing behind his black mask " Is it ready?"
I got up, and walked over to the covered tabletop " Yea, the bat design is a little more trouble than we thought, so we'll need an extra day."
The boss, not even paying attention to me, began to speak " Soon, the crime, the under life shall pay, PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I carefully edged away and spoke softly to him while he murmured to himself " Um.sir? Are you alright?"
He looked up, startled for a moment and nodded, the movement causing his cape to swish gently " Fine." He glanced at Frank then turned and left.
I sat back down and prepared for a long nap. It had been a stressful day, we finally got the Turbo-Hydro-Electro-Geo plane to work, the really weird boss had shown up, and I was nearly out of coffee. I shook my head, society had gotten weird, grown men in bat costumes, paying billions for state-of- the-art equipment and then giving it a name like The Bat Mobile* or * The Bat Plane*. I didn't understand society but then again, they didn't let us out much.
This might require a bit of explanation. You, see, Batman always has such cool stuff and he doesn't just make it in his little cave. Sooo, my thought was that maybe he had a team of specialists somewhere making his equipment in a technology sweatshop thing. What do you think? Review!
He looked at me; eyes flashing behind his black mask " Is it ready?"
I got up, and walked over to the covered tabletop " Yea, the bat design is a little more trouble than we thought, so we'll need an extra day."
The boss, not even paying attention to me, began to speak " Soon, the crime, the under life shall pay, PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I carefully edged away and spoke softly to him while he murmured to himself " Um.sir? Are you alright?"
He looked up, startled for a moment and nodded, the movement causing his cape to swish gently " Fine." He glanced at Frank then turned and left.
I sat back down and prepared for a long nap. It had been a stressful day, we finally got the Turbo-Hydro-Electro-Geo plane to work, the really weird boss had shown up, and I was nearly out of coffee. I shook my head, society had gotten weird, grown men in bat costumes, paying billions for state-of- the-art equipment and then giving it a name like The Bat Mobile* or * The Bat Plane*. I didn't understand society but then again, they didn't let us out much.
This might require a bit of explanation. You, see, Batman always has such cool stuff and he doesn't just make it in his little cave. Sooo, my thought was that maybe he had a team of specialists somewhere making his equipment in a technology sweatshop thing. What do you think? Review!