“I’ve got an idea.”
I rolled my eyes. With Stan, that was never a good start to a conversation.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“Alright. Do you remember when the cube broke down in the 1800s, and we sent ourselves the replacement part from the future?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I’ve adapted that program to run automatically. The cube will go back a random amount of time into the past by itself, grab a random object, and bring it back.”
“Like the classic 1974 Doctor Who serial, ‘Invasion of the Dinosaurs’, you mean?”
Stan hates it when science fiction beats him to a good idea.
“Well, yeah. Except you know how you’re always telling me I need to be more spontaneous? I’ve got a plan for some pranks we could pull.”
“Stan, planning your pranks isn’t exactly being spontaneous. Just juvenile.”
“Nonono, see, the time period is random! So we have no idea what we’re going to get!”
“Stan, if I end up with a bitter brontosaur on my breakfast table-”
“Don’t be stupid. We’ll do it in the street.”
“-or a savage stegosaur on my street-”
“Or downtown.”
“-or a distraught diplodocus downtown-”
“Or, I don’t know. Anywhere.”
“-or an angry ankylosaur in my anywhere, which I have to somehow deal with...”
“Stop it.”
“...I will be one pissed pterodactyl.”
“And that doesn’t even alliterate properly!”
Stan plays his pranks. I play mine.
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