The Tale of Stuff
Zam was a happy Irken. He was a sub invader class D Criteria 3 with a knack for inventing. He also glows in the dark. He likes that. But one day, he went too far.
This is his story.
It isn't pretty, or for the weak of heart.
It gave my brother gas.
But I happen to want to tell it, and you are being forced to listen.
Lucky you.
It was august 28th of 2003 in the small suburban area of Elk Grove. Zam was in his lab (see Ragamuffin Girl's previous fics) and was creating a way to control the rips, or eddies, in the space-time continuum, and was close to the done part.
"YES! I am close to the done part!" he screamed.
"SHUTUP!" Riz yelled from 2 stories above him.
"RIZ! COMEDED QUIKIFIED! I BE DONEDED!"
"he's hyper." With a grumbly mumbly murmur, she went to see him 2 stories down, and brought the robots, Mir and Cir, because she felt like it. We are currently studying why. We do not know.
"Riz, this could solve all of the
problems of the weird guy and his daught-"
"SHUTUP! There are copyright laws!"
"okay. But it is an important breakthrough!
"I don't care." She said as the robots slumbered out of boredom.
"I shall demonstrate." I'll blow up he thought.
He'll blow it up she thought.
He pressed the button.
Suspense break. Elevator music is playing.
End music. End break. End chapter.
So, good or bad?
Bad. Oh yeah.
You make me sad.
I do?
Mmmyep.
Don't care.
Moo?