Backdrop #1: In the senior lounge at my school, the light switch is broken. Normally we insert plastic forks in it to jiggle it on or off.
Backdrop #2: Johnny is Asian. He is our salutatorian, he made a 2400 on the sat, newspaper editor-in-chief, and he's going to Cal Tech next year. Good dude, smart guy.
So basically, we're playing smash in the lounge during our free period today, but the lights are on and the tv has a bit of a glare. The foosballers leave, and we decide to turn off the lights. Johnny gets up, only to realize that there are no more plastic forks. Uncharacteristically, Johnny decides that it would be a good idea to use his keys instead. TO USE HIS METAL KEYS.
ZAPBOOM
Johnny's key is so hot that he drops it. It has reformed so that it no longer serves its original purpose. His hand hurts. The lights will not respond (completely broken)... and one light in the middle of the room is now constantly dim.
Hooray!
Backdrop #2: Johnny is Asian. He is our salutatorian, he made a 2400 on the sat, newspaper editor-in-chief, and he's going to Cal Tech next year. Good dude, smart guy.
So basically, we're playing smash in the lounge during our free period today, but the lights are on and the tv has a bit of a glare. The foosballers leave, and we decide to turn off the lights. Johnny gets up, only to realize that there are no more plastic forks. Uncharacteristically, Johnny decides that it would be a good idea to use his keys instead. TO USE HIS METAL KEYS.
ZAPBOOM
Johnny's key is so hot that he drops it. It has reformed so that it no longer serves its original purpose. His hand hurts. The lights will not respond (completely broken)... and one light in the middle of the room is now constantly dim.
Hooray!
