There they were… in their house. Doing what may be the greatest thing that might help humanity.
"Mr. Jones! I'm going for gold!" The man Dr. Jack said as he crumpled up a piece of paper and aimed for the garbage can.
He threw the ball at the can and it made it in. He screamed in excitement as he whirled around in his chair.
"Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones! Did you see that?!" He looked around and saw that his assistant wasn't there.
Then he heard it. He heard the door opening. He saw the red checkered shirt and beige pants come in the house.
"You missed it! It was so amazing!"
"Did you make it in?" He asked. Dr. Jack nodded. "Oh, I wanted to see it…"
"Maybe next time. What you got for me?" He asked as Mr. Jones had envelopes in his hands.
"Let's see… bill, bill, bill…. Oh LLIB! Wait a minute… Bill… we got a message from the department of motor vehicles."
"What does it say?"
Mr. Jones opened the letter and saw a few cards that read a small text. He then began to read.
"Here are the messages… you have 30 minutes to move your car, you have ten minutes, your car has been impounded, your car has been crushed into a cube, you have 30 minutes to move your cube."
The phone then started to ring. "Hello." Mr. Jones picked up.
"Is it about my cube?" Dr. Jack asked.
"It's your mother…" Dr. Jack shuddered. He hated talking to his mother.
"Tell her I'm pooping."
"Your son has diarrhea." Mr. Jones said as Dr. Jack hit him.
"What?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Don't say that!"
"Well, don't you have…?"
"Well, don't tell my mother that!" Dr. Jack said in a half whisper/half yell.
"He's in the can." Mr. Jones simply said as he agreed to whatever she said over the phone. He then hung up.
"Do that again… I'll shit on your bed…"