Disclaimer: I don't own Tala or Boris….yet….but I do own…well not this computer…or the main line in this fic…or even the English language….wow…I'm a loser…
Perfect.
Boris looked down at his creation, the boy he had made. Yes with the power of technology he had created the most perfect human being. Nobody would be able to fault his work. All his life he had spent working towards this moment and now it was complete. He was god, and he had made a being superior to any that existed. Naturally strong and athletic, intelligent, determined, obedient. There was nothing that hadn't been specifically chosen. He would be tall, but not freakishly so, and thin. He would have a complexion suited to the Russian climate, pale like porcelain. He would be handsome, with bright blue eyes and a small straight nose. And of course a boy. He would be perfect. He would shine out amongst his peers like a star, no much grander, like the sun! Nothing would get in his way. He would be named Tala. Indeed, one day the name Tala would strike terror in the hearts of people. They would picture the Ayraian boy and quiver with fear! Everything was exactly as he had decided…almost. Boris looked down at his 'perfect' child and stared, in horror at his bright red hair, not only was it fire truck red it stuck up, no matter how much Boris tired to make it sit down.
"That's it!" shouted Boris, "No more clowns in the lab!"
An: ok so this was written by me AND my twin sister. She's an awesome funny chick who you can usually give credit to for most of my funniest lines! So we were just sitting around talking and I made the comment that for such a perfect person Tala sure has weird hair. My sister then went on to suggest maybe they had clown scientists and the line 'That's it! No more clowns in the lab!' was born. wipes away a tear anyways, we say this all the time, like constantly! One day my friend asked what the hell we were going on about and we explained it and then it hit us, this needs to be turned into a one shot. Today I was bored so wrote it. Enjoy