"Hmm, yes, I DO remember that man from Nantucket. But it's no match for my little devilish device of doom. Frank?" Frank approaches a large circular object covered in foam pads and rotating knives. "You may remember a certain fitness craze consisting of several women in a white room gyrating nonstop for 20-30 minutes at a time. For most men, this was more of an exercise for the eyes rather than the corpulent, TV-watching frame. To correct this imbalance of ogling versus squat thrusts, I present to you the 'Aerobislice.' After only 30 minutes, you'll have lost all that excess weight without all the hassle of actually doing any work. Frank, if you'd demonstrate." Frank, who has suddenly donned a 1980s sweatband and matching spandex ensemble out of nowhere, leaps headlong into the machine singing a Corey Hart song. The song is quickly interrupted by loud screams, as Dr. F quickly steps in front of the camera, blocking your view of the horrendous spectacle. "Granted, it still needs a little more work...Frank, go get one of your spare heads from the closet, if you'd be so kind. Anywho, what do you think, my little dirt bandits?"
(The Mads would have never liked your invention anyway...or admitted to it. You have earned 2 points out of 38.)
Topic: Re: Text Adventure: a shared experience (Read 8069 times)
