Because I totally have nothing better to do at work than think these things up. Seriously.
And now, a short play for your entertainment, inspired by the awesome Neal Stephenson book Quicksilver, which I suggest you read, because it's clever. Very clever.
Scene I
Cabinet doors shop, afternoon. Loud machinery sounds in the background. KAREN enters from around the Sandmaster.
Karen: Rails're sanded, panels done. Building time draws nigh. Quick, I must away, 'fore the gluing time approaches, and here come Pam and Erik.
Exit KAREN; Enter PAM and Erik, pushing a cart of panels.
Pam: But where did Karen go?
Erik: Well, it was like this, see...
Scene II
Cabinet doors shop, afternoon. Oddly quiet. KAREN and ERIK are standing at filter table, sanding panels noiselessly.
Erik's Voice (narrating): So there we were, sanding, and there were these squirrel aliens, see...
Enter SQUIRREL ALIENS, bushy tails waving, brandishing ray guns.
Squirrel Aliens: Chitter! Squeak! Chitter chitter squeak! They shoot KAREN, who falls.
Erik: What the...?
Squirrel Aliens: Chitter squeak squeak chitter! They pick up KAREN.
Exit SQUIRREL ALIENS with KAREN.
Scene III
Cabinet doors shop, afternoon. Loud machinery sounds in the background. PAM and ERIK are pushing a cart of panels up to a table.
Erik: And they just grabbed her and ran out. Craziest thing I ever saw.
Pam: ...You're a total smartass, just like the rest of us.
Erik: Yes, yes I am.
Exit PAM; Enter KAREN.
Karen: Well, I'm back.
Erik: Ah, I was just telling Pam how you'd been kidnapped by squirrel aliens.
Karen: Well, I escaped.
Posted by Dwip at June 22, 2006 9:09 PM