Post by Satellight on Dec 8, 2012 17:52:22 GMT -5
One day, Blake and the others desperately try to jury-rig some controls together. Blake hears some rustling in the janitor's closet. He timidly opens the door, knowing full well what sometimes could happen in these kind of closets...
“Damn it, Bill!” Blake angrily shouts as he opens the janitor's closet. “Stop bouncing your balls and give me that!”
Bill jumps out of his seat, spilling his cheesy junk food everywhere. There is a glaring screen in the small closet, showing some ancient “HD” version of Pong. The controller he is using looks strangely familiar.
“Whaa--? You want my Cheese-Yumz?” Bill puzzlingly asks Blake, dumbfounded.
“Nooo.... -THAT-!!!” Blake says pointing at the greasy joystick.
“But I just replaced this.... mine was broken so...” Bill says slowly.
“SO YOU DECIDED TO SWAP IT OUT FOR THE ONE THAT WAS IN THE CONTROL ROOM?!?!” Blake shouts out louder than Bill has ever heard him yell at him.
Bill gulps and with shaky hands unplugs the orange-with-cheese-dust controller and slowly hands it over to Blake, flinching. Blake grabs it out of his hands and slams the door so hard that the monitor that was showing Bill's game is heard crashing to the floor. A soft sob is heard directly afterwords.
Dr Doward comes up to Blake and his eyes go wide. “You found the controls, YOU FOUND THE CONTROLS!” He takes his arm and shows everybody else, and they swamp him. Dr Lander takes Blakes arm and helps him through the mass of overly-excited personnel.
“Run straight to the control room and don't stop til you get there!” Dr Lander says to Blake after they work their way pass the mass of people. Blake does so and connects the controls quickly. He then sighs as he realizes he needs to go back into the janitor's closet to get some cleaning wipes to clean off the controller.
“Damn it, Bill!” Blake angrily shouts as he opens the janitor's closet. “Stop bouncing your balls and give me that!”
Bill jumps out of his seat, spilling his cheesy junk food everywhere. There is a glaring screen in the small closet, showing some ancient “HD” version of Pong. The controller he is using looks strangely familiar.
“Whaa--? You want my Cheese-Yumz?” Bill puzzlingly asks Blake, dumbfounded.
“Nooo.... -THAT-!!!” Blake says pointing at the greasy joystick.
“But I just replaced this.... mine was broken so...” Bill says slowly.
“SO YOU DECIDED TO SWAP IT OUT FOR THE ONE THAT WAS IN THE CONTROL ROOM?!?!” Blake shouts out louder than Bill has ever heard him yell at him.
Bill gulps and with shaky hands unplugs the orange-with-cheese-dust controller and slowly hands it over to Blake, flinching. Blake grabs it out of his hands and slams the door so hard that the monitor that was showing Bill's game is heard crashing to the floor. A soft sob is heard directly afterwords.
Dr Doward comes up to Blake and his eyes go wide. “You found the controls, YOU FOUND THE CONTROLS!” He takes his arm and shows everybody else, and they swamp him. Dr Lander takes Blakes arm and helps him through the mass of overly-excited personnel.
“Run straight to the control room and don't stop til you get there!” Dr Lander says to Blake after they work their way pass the mass of people. Blake does so and connects the controls quickly. He then sighs as he realizes he needs to go back into the janitor's closet to get some cleaning wipes to clean off the controller.