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| - In the hangar Sqweep: (video tapes) Greetings and welcome to another informative edition of Earth studies! For today's entry: (moves closer to the giant volcano) behold, a local classic. The baking soda volcano, built to scale. In the hallway Monger (in a different room): No. Coverton (in a different room): (follows Monger) Please? (Monger and Coverton enter) Monger: No. Coverton: Please? Monger: No. Coverton: Please? Monger: No. Coverton: Please please, please?! Monger: No. Coverton: Cherry on top, please?! Coverton: (drools) Oh, flying doom. (chuckles) Monger: That is some grade A nightmare fuel, son.
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| - In the hangar Sqweep: (video tapes) Greetings and welcome to another informative edition of Earth studies! For today's entry: (moves closer to the giant volcano) behold, a local classic. The baking soda volcano, built to scale. In the hallway Monger (in a different room): No. Coverton (in a different room): (follows Monger) Please? (Monger and Coverton enter) Monger: No. Coverton: Please? Monger: No. Coverton: Please? Monger: No. Coverton: Please please, please?! Monger: No. Coverton: Cherry on top, please?! Monger: (stops Coverton) For the last time Coverton, you cannot attend the top-secret aero-tank test. Coverton: But General, it is a flying tank: a tank, that flies! I simply must attend for, um, fiercely peaceful reasons. Monger: And just what does a galactic peace ambassador want with a five hundred fifty-ton-voice-controlled-flying-mega weapon of hot doom?! Coverton: (drools) Oh, flying doom. (chuckles) Monger: That is some grade A nightmare fuel, son. In the hangar Sqweep: (sets the coordinates) And now for the reactive ingrident. (a vehicle flies to the top of the volcano with a crate of baking soda while the two soldiers are shocked) Sqweep: (giggles) Science is fun. (blinks) (the vehicle dropped the baking soda into the volcano and which causes a chemical reaction) soldier #1: (runs away with the other soldier) Let's get outta here! (the baking soda explodes into the room) In the hallway Monger: You cannot attend the aero-t----(heard a noise) What is that? (the baking soda from the hangar is seen in the hallway) Monger: Oh wait! Coverton: Protect me! (Monger and Coverton try to avoid the baking soda; the baking soda flooded the entire floor) Sqweep: (floats by with its scooter) Hmm, I expected a messier reaction. (floats away) Monger: (sticks out his head) Sqweep, get back here right this... (has baking soda fall on him which causes him to muffle)
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