"where did all these goddamn scones come from" the doctor said confiusedly. "UH SIR" SAid will henry. "UH WHAT?" said doctor warthrop. "it says 'love jack' with a bunch of pink hearts" answered will, reading the little card. "well that would explain why a human liver is hidden underneath them" warthrop agreed. "well i guess i'll eat all these," he sad, taking some smaller boxes from the large box. "UH SIR" will henry repeated, "wHAT DO WE DO WITH THE LIVER?" "throw it out i guess?" warthrop shrugged. will gagged a lil bit. he poicked up the rest of the scone boxes and tried to put them on the table.

"OH DARN" he said and tripped, sending a box sailing through the air. the scones splattered on the doctors back. "how dARE YOU." DOctor warthrop screeched, spinning around likje a twister and chucking the nearest thing at will henry. it was also a scone. will henry stood in SHOCK as red raspberry covered his face. then he threw another scone at the doctor, who screamed like a little girl. soon the kitchen was filled witrh flying scones. will henry, screeching, raced into the library, arms filled with scones. warthrop raced after him, hurtling scones at the speed of light. will took cover behind the desk, popping up to throw scones, while the doctor stayed in the hallway, bombarding the boy with projectiles.

scones flew through the air at tremendous speeds, ruining many books and piles of important paperwork that will henry would have to fix later. the war ended when will henry surrendered and warthrop ran out of scones, which happened at about the same time. the monstrumologist found the boy crying under the desk, covered head-to-toe in raspberry jelly. "what are YOU sniveling about?" the doctor exclaimed. "i'm the one who has lost approximately two hundred scones in this childish game! clean up this mess while i bathe." will henry sobbed as he cleaned up the remains of two hundred scones and their raspberry fillings.

"i shall kill kearns the next time i see him." he decided to himself as he washed raspberry out of his hair and clothes that night.

time is a line

but we are circles.