- Arte De Scientia - The art of science -
I am updating/re-working/revitalizing my profile again. In the meanwhile, if you have any questions feel free to ask. I usually don't bite... without permission...
First we would fly to an exotic destination using my imagination. It doesn't even have to be a real destination and the in-flight service is always good! After the flight we would be whisked away by a narwhal driving a vintage checkered cab to a private beach where we would have the perfect meal in the eternal sunset. Then we would notice a bus filled with orphans careening for a cliff. Lucky for them we have super powers. We would race to the rescue and bring the orphans to the puppy machine where they would all be turned into puppies and we would give them to other orphans who were fortunate enough not to fall off a cliff. Orphans, as you may know, cry gemstones when they are very happy (which happens rather rarely as orphans are seldom very happy). We would collect the gemstones from the orphans tears and sell them to a hustler with a heart of gold named Jimmy the stub. We would then take the money and buy all of the survival equipment we need to survive the zombie apocalypse which just began when the orphans we turned into puppies started biting the other orphans. Equipped with the most sophisticated imaginary equipment we would prevent the zombies from reaching the real world. Then we would have a showdown with the zombie king. He would, however, be no match for our cannon that fired heat seeking ninjas with chainsaws for hands. Spent we would relax with a couple of drinks on our return flight. But the flight attendant is a terrorist! Thinking quickly we disarm her with some chewing gum and a few cans of kick butt we found under our seats. Just as our plane is making its final approach we notice the hold is filled with zombie eggs and crazy puppies. We decide the only logical choice is to disable the plane and cause it to crash destroying the zombie infestation. We each take a wing and climb out to the engines. We start throwing stale gummy worms in them until the clog up and fail. The plane nose dives into Bigfoot while he is out on his daily ride on the Loch Ness monster vaporizing the lot of them. You and I are lucky enough to have bounced off a few clouds and landed safely in the worlds largest cotton candy field. We have stopped the zombies. But at what cost. :(
Well that or we could go get coffee or something. Call it a coin flip.