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title: in which i defend and compromise my morality.
In a grand warehouse (which also houses plant life), during the daytime, but under fluorescent lights, Mikey and some other guys are squeezing the tobacco out of old cigarettes and rolling it up in pieces of tree bark to smoke them again. Mikey takes another piece of bark off the tree and says "Hey, I've got a good one! Here, take it." I decline, and he says it's ridiculous to hate something if you've never tried it. I murmur something about all I've been told about how that stuff screws up your lungs. Just then, Tommy M wanders over, and everyone looks at him with anticipation. He says "Hey, what's up?" No one wants him to see what's going on, everyone has dropped their bark cigarettes. One guy jokingly tries to cover up the ashes. Tommy says "Hey, what's that?" When he sees what it is, he gets upset and starts demanding to know who is responsible for the ashes. Everyone is scared that he will find out that they were smoking. He offers a free lunch to anyone that will tell him who was responsible. I figure out that he is only mad because he thought something was on fire; he doesn't know about the cigarettes. So I consider lying and telling him that I accidentally started a fire, just to get the free lunch. But just then, he yells "I know how it must have happened! Watch this." And with that, he sets a huge Rube Goldberg machine in motion, all around the warehouse, until it reaches a mousetrap. When the trap is set off, it grabs a single match, and the trap/match is scraped across a piece of sandpaper (it doesn't light), and it comes to rest on the pile of ashes. He says "Well, that's how it would have worked."
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title: in which i defend and compromise my morality.
In a grand warehouse (which also houses plant life), during the daytime, but under fluorescent lights, Mikey and some other guys are squeezing the tobacco out of old cigarettes and rolling it up in pieces of tree bark to smoke them again. Mikey takes another piece of bark off the tree and says "Hey, I've got a good one! Here, take it." I decline, and he says it's ridiculous to hate something if you've never tried it. I murmur something about all I've been told about how that stuff screws up your lungs. Just then, Tommy M wanders over, and everyone looks at him with anticipation. He says "Hey, what's up?" No one wants him to see what's going on, everyone has dropped their bark cigarettes. One guy jokingly tries to cover up the ashes. Tommy says "Hey, what's that?" When he sees what it is, he gets upset and starts demanding to know who is responsible for the ashes. Everyone is scared that he will find out that they were smoking. He offers a free lunch to anyone that will tell him who was responsible. I figure out that he is only mad because he thought something was on fire; he doesn't know about the cigarettes. So I consider lying and telling him that I accidentally started a fire, just to get the free lunch. But just then, he yells "I know how it must have happened! Watch this." And with that, he sets a huge Rube Goldberg machine in motion, all around the warehouse, until it reaches a mousetrap. When the trap is set off, it grabs a single match, and the trap/match is scraped across a piece of sandpaper (it doesn't light), and it comes to rest on the pile of ashes. He says "Well, that's how it would have worked."
scored 3 by 928 people | rate :: 1 2 3 4 5
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