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[gushes] "Ho boss ! You're so manly when you teach them their lessons !"
"I'll tell it to my boss, you meanie... aztecan... whatever ! [*vanishes into the trash can*]
[*rotates one of its sides to look at the Matt Damon puppet as it's being dragged away by its strings while screaming incoherently. Shudders*] "There are some things that quantum-device-kind was not meant to know ! Science does not allow for such creature !"
No, I'm not explaining myself.Worse than Team Rocket...At least Jesse and/or James were cute.Matt Damon. [*bubbles up from infraspace, and is suddenly there, hovering on his retro-pulsers*] "Well, you should, avian thing. Or else someone could tell it to my boss..."
[startled by the sudden throng of voices around it, Bob darts its head all around... and then decides instantly to remove itself from the thread] (it) POP !(s) ! (out of existence)
*Mew!* [maniacally wriggling non-existent hands] "Hehehehe... you're a cutie... cutie pie... for a PIE !"
" Hu... boss... You're there ?
[infra-sonic bang signaling the rupture in space-time transfluid. An angular mechanical shape emerges as the probability aperture closes itself behing it.] "Hey boss ! Boss ! I found one !" [with robotic glee]
"Hu, boss ? there seems to be a bit of a... "feathery problem" here !"
vziiiiim ! An hovering sentient device blips into existence, coalescing from a probability wave lapping at the shore of reality. "The boss is done here, folks ! You may resume your usual posting routines. Don't mind me a bit !" vzuuuuuum ! [blips out of the paradigmatic instance]
"Well done, boss ! You've shown that mangy cur !"
I block the new bloke, takes his ball, kisses it while singing "LALALA ! LALALA" and spinning rapidily on my axis. Dizzy, I say "Whoaaa, that's fast !" and I release the ball. It rebounds on three surfaces, including the teacher's head (who goes all "Boooob !" on me), plunges down a hole in the ground, accelerates on the downward stainless steel ramp installed in the tunnel... and exits from it at full velocity, going "splash" in the swimming pool. I score 3 and a half points, and I win an hot dog with wicked chili sauce !
[VZOOMIN] "I hear ya, boss ! We'll get her... errr, it... or something !"
Bob materializes in the wake of Grim Bucko's forced entry into the local reality grid. Seeing as his boss is presently occupied, the tiny device surreptitiously produces a billboard from a pocket dimension. On the surface of the billboard, painted in garish red letters, one can read. "I WON ! .... but don't tell my boss: he thinks I'm a tool."
"I can't believe it's...
An infinitesimal speck of shiny nothingness blossoms into a tangible tiny hovering vamash-mechanical device. "He, this sounds fun ! I win !" A probe of green light emanates from Bob, which absent-mindedly scans the surrounding environment. "He, where's the banana ? There should be a banana here !" An ominous buzzing sound begins to grow in the background. Suddenly, Bob is surrounded by an intense electrical discharge, arcing all around the smartphone-like gagdget vamash-lifeform. "BZKT ! No... Tesla coil force-field...ZAPPKT ! Heeelp...urggg !" With a pitiful-sounding "bamf" Bob disappears from the local reality grid. ... ... ... With a most unceremonial "BURP", a carboard panel is ejected from the ambiant air. On its drab surface, one can read :
[VZOOOOM] A scintillating un-door expels a tiny floating device with a fluctuating screen, roughly the size of an antique 21st century smartphone. "I could have sworn I had felt a disturbance in the force grid..." "Eeep !" screams Bob in a shrill voice as Quiche Lisp tries to swat him out of the air. [VZOOOM] And, almost instantaneously, the un-door absorbs back the hovering talky mechanism and winks out of existence with him. |