Doing this in a "study" period.
It was a time of desolation.
The charred remains of Dave's house fell over in the wind.
The Human Electric Cable's powers were now completely depleted. He was no longer a superhero, doomed to live out the rest of his days as his boring alter ego Hermannn (always spelt with three 'n's) a pool cleaner and part time amateur tennis player.
Nerd Boy had been ringing the Fire Department but he mistook the phone for a calculator and started typing out the Fibbonacci sequence after he had entered the first two ones.
Fido had a large piece of charred dog food stuck up his nose (don't ask me how it got there) and intstead of his usual exclamative "WOOF/MOO!" he was down to a pathetic sounding sniffle reminiscent of a broken vaccuum cleaner.
Also, down the end of the street there was a 6 car pile-up, a massive gang gunfight, and a small girl had her lollipop stolen, but that's not important right now.
Dave groaned. He was working for a shoddy agency, his house had burnt down, Olaf was wounded, his CowDog was sounding like a clapped out old station wagon, and worst of all he had missed his weekly toenail cleansing and painting at Miffy's one-stop-look-good shop.
Nerd Boy came running back. "Don't worry Dave! I have done the calculations on the phone and I have realised you still have a 1.26% chance of success against the rogue bananas! Let's go get'em, partner!"
Dave looked up at Nerd Boy, tears of anguish in his eyes. "Go away, Francis. You're not even a real superhero. That stupid cape and your little calculator don't mean anything. Go back to school, Francis."
Francis turned around and walked away. What would make Dave say such a thing? Francis had got his first Ph. D when he was five! He didn't need to go back to school!
Suddenly it hit him, like a wet jandal in the thigh. (It was painful, sharp and left a red mark the size of Texas, in other words.)
"THE MACHINE OF DOWNRIGHT UNHELPFULNESS IS YOU, DAVE!"
Nerd Boy turned around and ran back to Dave's, ready to save the day.
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The charred remains of Dave's house fell over in the wind.
The Human Electric Cable's powers were now completely depleted. He was no longer a superhero, doomed to live out the rest of his days as his boring alter ego Hermannn (always spelt with three 'n's) a pool cleaner and part time amateur tennis player.
Nerd Boy had been ringing the Fire Department but he mistook the phone for a calculator and started typing out the Fibbonacci sequence after he had entered the first two ones.
Fido had a large piece of charred dog food stuck up his nose (don't ask me how it got there) and intstead of his usual exclamative "WOOF/MOO!" he was down to a pathetic sounding sniffle reminiscent of a broken vaccuum cleaner.
Also, down the end of the street there was a 6 car pile-up, a massive gang gunfight, and a small girl had her lollipop stolen, but that's not important right now.
Dave groaned. He was working for a shoddy agency, his house had burnt down, Olaf was wounded, his CowDog was sounding like a clapped out old station wagon, and worst of all he had missed his weekly toenail cleansing and painting at Miffy's one-stop-look-good shop.
Nerd Boy came running back. "Don't worry Dave! I have done the calculations on the phone and I have realised you still have a 1.26% chance of success against the rogue bananas! Let's go get'em, partner!"
Dave looked up at Nerd Boy, tears of anguish in his eyes. "Go away, Francis. You're not even a real superhero. That stupid cape and your little calculator don't mean anything. Go back to school, Francis."
Francis turned around and walked away. What would make Dave say such a thing? Francis had got his first Ph. D when he was five! He didn't need to go back to school!
Suddenly it hit him, like a wet jandal in the thigh. (It was painful, sharp and left a red mark the size of Texas, in other words.)
"THE MACHINE OF DOWNRIGHT UNHELPFULNESS IS YOU, DAVE!"
Nerd Boy turned around and ran back to Dave's, ready to save the day.
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