Disclaimer: Not mine, really.
Arrrgh! I keep getting distracted! Someone punch me, please! This is like... just... arrh!
Anyways, this stupid, rabid bunny bit me and wouldn't let go, and here's the result. Yeah yeah, it's short, whatever. Enjoy!
Tommy Oliver's morning ritual was something unique. The man had to use a specific amount of time on specific things. If he broke these timelines, he'd be grumpy the rest of the day.
First he had to use exactly 6.3 seconds to get out of the bed. It was a special time, because 6.3 was the result on a test from High School. 6.3 of 100. Yeah, it still surprised even him that he'd gotten a PhD. Okay, it mostly surprised him that Hayley had agreed to help him.
Anyway, back to the morning ritual. He had to use a minute to go to the bathroom. That was the time he used on his first trip to the toilet when he moved to this house. He used five minutes in the bathroom, and then walked down the stairs. Ten seconds.
Yeah, Tommy was weird. He used five seconds to the kitchen, where he used three minutes on making himself coffee. Ten minutes on one cup, which equaled twenty, sometimes thirty, minutes, because Tommy was coffee addicted.
He used fifteen seconds to get back up to his room. He had to get dressed, 'cause he was still only in his favourite pair of boxers. It was black and had lots of dinosauruses on, and we all know how much Tommy loves dinosauruses. He put on his favourite black shirt, and favourite khaki-pants, and favourite belt. All that he used about ten minutes on.
He sighed happily. This day was going to be great. He hummed a song (oh happy day) as he walked back down in fifteen seconds, and picked up his keys (carefully using two seconds on that). He walked out, closed the door, and locked it, and walked to his car. Three minutes.
As he sat in his car, and drove towards Reefside High for a new day of teaching, he frowned. He had this feeling that he'd forgotten something. He looked to his right, and stared. He turned the bike around and drove fast back to his house. NOOOOO! He'd forgotten his suitcase!
He cursed violently. His day was ruined! Ruined I say! He hoped there would be a monster attack now.
Because Tommy Oliver was gonna slaughter the nearest living thing he saw.
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