THE PLAYERS:
Glenn
Dave (AKA Fuller)
 

Since I died, I didn't know who I was,
and what I was doing. Could anybody tell me? No.
NO one has ever told me about the proper use
of an internal combustion engine. I needed one for my laser,
and I needed it fast. I decided I would
steal an engine from my physics teacher.
It was a sad day for one lizard, Mr. Peter
Banks. His Vandagraph Generator would not play Seinfeld's baseline.
I really really wanted to play it, so
I decided to make it play what I wanted. I
chose to play progressive rock from the compact
disc "Monster Hits from the 80's." "Don't Turn Around."
After the song was over, I had to
smash the disc. Anyway, my car was
loaded with fellow S.T.A.G.E. nerds wanting
a ride home. The battle for the shotgun seat was intense.
The epic battle started as I first
got to the car. Eventually, choking was
a necessity. Nick had to be restrained,
But Dave, not being in Physics, could not understand the
equations involved. Everyone there
stopped fighting and made fun of Dave for being
in Yaffe's class. He was learning
right-hand rules in Yaffe's own way. Oh pooh.
I ran to Paul and asked him to practice the rule
on me. "Why?" he asked. I replied:
"The Jeopardy way," I said in a shrill.
"You raise your hand in Jeopardy to answer."
"You sure do," I said. I really did.
I had no idea what to say next, so I killed
grasshoppers. Oh well, back to the war
on fighting gangreen. Maybe my pinkie won't fall off.