But apparently some people want to see more of it, so I'll put up part four. Enjoy!
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
It seems like people are chomping at the bit...
...To see the next part of the story. I guess I'll just have to put it up; I was originally planning on putting up 2 parts the first day, 1 part the second day, and 1 more part each subsequent day after that until I'd put up the first 15-20 pages. After that, I would complete the work and find a way to get it out to the world.
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“First off, I’m going to need a volunteer,” and with that Mr. Samson started darting his eyes across the classroom, looking for the most oblivious student to make fun of. “Mr. Rogers, would you come up here please?”
Great, I thought. He called Kenny Rogers, the knucklehead. Every school has one of these, the complete idiot who somehow attracts the ladies. Our school had Kenneth ‘Kenny’ Rogers, who was definitely the biggest idiot I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and that’s really saying something. He was really tall, about six and a half feet tall, and muscle-bound from head to toe. His head looked like a square, and he had close cropped brown hair that was if I had to guess had a whole bottle of gel in it. He had a nice scar just above his right eye from when he ran head on into a pole. It was his most embarrassing moment, and every time somebody’s brought it up they’ve wound up in the emergency room.
Kenny got out of his seat and shuffled up to the front of the lab. Kenny was constantly getting chosen for these tasks because his complete lack of brainpower left him without the ability to tell when doing something was stupid or not. Because of this, what none of us in our right mind would ever dream of doing, like pouring gratuitous amounts of face-melting acid on a piece of metal to dissolve it and then hold it up so we could see it, Kenny would do. He had a tough-guy reputation to maintain, so that was probably somewhat to blame.
“First off,” Mr. Samson began to say, “Kenny needs to hold his hands in this bucket of ice water for about thirty to forty seconds.” With that, he grabbed Kenny’s hands and shoved them into the bucket. I couldn’t tell how cold it was, because Kenny wasn’t giving us any facial expressions to indicate how cold the water was.
“After those thirty seconds, I am going to blow some bubbles into Kenny’s hands. These aren’t ordinary bubbles though. I mixed the bubble solution with lighter fluid so that they will ignite when a flame is brought to them!”
If that lunkhead Kenny knew anything of what Mr. Samson just said, he wasn’t showing any indication. The poor guy was still half asleep, and certainly looked like he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
Mr. Samson grabbed Kenny’s hands, pulled them out of the bucket, and made a ton of bubbles in his hands. “Hold still,” he said, “because if you don’t you might get hurt.” Kenny the numbskull seemed to get that part, because his eyes went kind of wide there. I would have loved to know what was running through the poor idiot’s mind right then.
Mr. Samson grabbed the lighter, lit it, and put the flame on the bubbles. What happened next was truly, incredibly, awesome.
The bubbles in Kenny’s hands went up in flames, and it was so startling that Kenny jumped back and let out what sounded vaguely like a high-pitched squeal. Everybody was cracking up, and Kenny looked like a deer caught in the headlights. This was just so perfect, I couldn’t let the chance go by to not insult the bastard.
“What’s the matter Kenny, a little fire too scary for ya? What happened to being fearless?” Kenny heard me loud and clear, and turned his beady blue eyes on me. The veins in his neck were pulsing now, and looked as if they were about to burst out of his body. He was just that angry that he’d been insulted, and it amazed me that his emotions were so fragile.
“I’m gonna get you for this, Stephens. If this is so scary, why don’t you show that you’re not afraid of trying it?!”
Oh, crap. I was hoping that Kenny wouldn’t say that. When I look back on it, I really, REALLY wish he hadn’t said that, because this demonstration was the first step of today’s really big snowball effect.
Comon, what's wrong with you?! You can't leave me hanging like this! Give me more!
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