- Tue Jan 29, 2013 7:19 am
#140854
Introduction: Boredom.
Once upon a time, there was a friendly* alien named Intelli. His mental capacity and intelligence were the greatest of anyone on the planet Interwebz--even anyone in the system of the star Irony Beta.
One day, Intelli sat in his beach chair on his lawn**, doing nothing. He tried to admire the remarkably polarized molecules that hung in front of him, but he gave up after 10 zahtmoks***. He tried writing poetry:
“The sky is yellow,
And molecules dance about,
But still I am bored.”
He sighed.
Just then, he got a call on his cell phone****. It was from his brother Psychi, a professor of psychology at the local university.
“Hey, Intelli.”
“Ohai, Psycho.”
“Whatcha doing?”
“What do I ever do? Sitting on my lawn, bored out of my mind but too lazy to move.”
Intelli heard a muffled snicker from the other end of the phone, but he wasn’t hungry.
“Listen,” said Psychi. “How’d you like to be able to just lie back and do nothing, but not be bored, and in fact take advantage of your extraordinary mental capacity?”
Intelli considered for a moment.
“Do I get potato chips?”
“Millions of them.”
“Be right there.”
Intelli hung up, and shouted to his sister. “Hey Rosesz! We’re going to the university!”
To Be Continued...
*Demented
*Experimental torture chamber
***A zahtmok is about 3.32 earth seconds.
****A phone made from energy cells. What, were you expecting something else?
Dun hate on me, I never write! Anyways, future chapters will be longer than this. This also ties in with a project that Cube and I are doing. So tell me what you think!
~dlgn
Once upon a time, there was a friendly* alien named Intelli. His mental capacity and intelligence were the greatest of anyone on the planet Interwebz--even anyone in the system of the star Irony Beta.
One day, Intelli sat in his beach chair on his lawn**, doing nothing. He tried to admire the remarkably polarized molecules that hung in front of him, but he gave up after 10 zahtmoks***. He tried writing poetry:
“The sky is yellow,
And molecules dance about,
But still I am bored.”
He sighed.
Just then, he got a call on his cell phone****. It was from his brother Psychi, a professor of psychology at the local university.
“Hey, Intelli.”
“Ohai, Psycho.”
“Whatcha doing?”
“What do I ever do? Sitting on my lawn, bored out of my mind but too lazy to move.”
Intelli heard a muffled snicker from the other end of the phone, but he wasn’t hungry.
“Listen,” said Psychi. “How’d you like to be able to just lie back and do nothing, but not be bored, and in fact take advantage of your extraordinary mental capacity?”
Intelli considered for a moment.
“Do I get potato chips?”
“Millions of them.”
“Be right there.”
Intelli hung up, and shouted to his sister. “Hey Rosesz! We’re going to the university!”
To Be Continued...
*Demented
*Experimental torture chamber
***A zahtmok is about 3.32 earth seconds.
****A phone made from energy cells. What, were you expecting something else?
Dun hate on me, I never write! Anyways, future chapters will be longer than this. This also ties in with a project that Cube and I are doing. So tell me what you think!
~dlgn
I am the whirring thing past the corner. I am the darker patch under the bed. I am the tapping on your window; the extra steps on the sidewalk; the voice whispering your name. I am Stalkerbot, and I am watching you.
