Post by aarond on Aug 24, 2004 17:20:00 GMT -5
How about some more of my favorites...?
Number Thirty-Nine: Always too busy composing poetry to really assist in any combat operations or physical chores. One time, when Number Twenty-One asked him to help him with dinner, Thirty-Nine spent the entire evening reciting an epic poem (AABB form) in iambic tetrameter about the merits of a balanced diet, including five servings of vegetables, four of grains, three dairy, and two meats. This resulted in three Bonnes and forty Servbots going without supper, which also happened to lead to a mass beating that occurred later on in the evening. Fortunately, Servbots are very resilient.
Number Twelve: Kind of an oddball, he spends most of the day on the treadmill, and doing other odd exercises in the gym. This makes him very useful in battle, but, since Tron forgot to tighten his Common Sense Sprocket to regulation specs, he occasionally forgets what is going on around him at any given moment. This means he is often found jogging in circles humming "I'm a Lumberjack, and I'm Okay."
Number Fifty: There is no Number Fifty, so why did I write this one?
Number Twenty-Seven: He's obsessed with everything being the right order. This is a good trait for an engineer, but far less so when considering his tendency to organize his meals by color, texture, length, and weight. Tron lost her temper with him at one point when he re-organized her sock drawer, matching socks by thread count rather than by the usual method, resulting in several green-and-pink pairs and one argyle matched with a white gym sock.
Number Thirty-Nine: Always too busy composing poetry to really assist in any combat operations or physical chores. One time, when Number Twenty-One asked him to help him with dinner, Thirty-Nine spent the entire evening reciting an epic poem (AABB form) in iambic tetrameter about the merits of a balanced diet, including five servings of vegetables, four of grains, three dairy, and two meats. This resulted in three Bonnes and forty Servbots going without supper, which also happened to lead to a mass beating that occurred later on in the evening. Fortunately, Servbots are very resilient.
Number Twelve: Kind of an oddball, he spends most of the day on the treadmill, and doing other odd exercises in the gym. This makes him very useful in battle, but, since Tron forgot to tighten his Common Sense Sprocket to regulation specs, he occasionally forgets what is going on around him at any given moment. This means he is often found jogging in circles humming "I'm a Lumberjack, and I'm Okay."
Number Fifty: There is no Number Fifty, so why did I write this one?
Number Twenty-Seven: He's obsessed with everything being the right order. This is a good trait for an engineer, but far less so when considering his tendency to organize his meals by color, texture, length, and weight. Tron lost her temper with him at one point when he re-organized her sock drawer, matching socks by thread count rather than by the usual method, resulting in several green-and-pink pairs and one argyle matched with a white gym sock.