Last night I was working on my history essay until 3 AM. Yes, I did say 3 in the morning. The poor soul who was helping me edit my essay was also put on the task of listening to my deluded ramblings as I protested sleep. Poor guy.
Me: If I sleep tonight, giant radioactive bunnies from the future will come and take over Antarctica, claiming it for their own in order to build a giant laser to shoot the space martians with.
Me: And then their archenemies, the mutant zombie mallard ducks from the past will come and take over the other pole and build a giant lever and use it to lift the Earth and send it spinning off which surely means death, doom and destruction for us all.
We continued talking and editing my essay. As sunrise approaches he tells me he is heading to sleep.
Me: I'll stay up and guard against the giant mutants.
Him: I would rather you didn't. I have a perimeter alarm set.
Me: Around the Arctic? Or the ozone?
Him: Everywhere. Those giant mutants will not get past me.
Me: ...fine. But if we get eaten...
Him: It'll be my fault. And you may say you told me so from inside the belly.
Sachi
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