Post by Afgncaap5 on Dec 2, 2003 1:24:57 GMT -5
How about Spritey, The Sprite Sprite?
"I'm Spritey, the Sprite Spite! So, you don't like Sprites, eh? How would you like it if all the Sprites disappeard?"
Old Man: "Yeah whatever. Hmmm, say, I really would like a Sprite to show up to take away all of the clocks in the world."
*Awkward silence*
Old Man: "Oh. Um, well....I sure would like to have a Sprite walk up to me and grant my wish to never again have to deal with the internal combustion engine!"
*More silence*
Old Man: "Hmmm....well,....I suppose that, on the bright side, I can wish and wish and wish, and I'll never get stuck in a Twilight Zonian realm of ironic twists because of my idle, clod-like ramblings. Now, to go and celebrate! I think that I'll fix myself a nice, cool glass of lemon-lime soda!....*walks to the fridge*....hmmm, there's Crush,....nah, not Crush. There's the Sam's Club brand,....maybe later. How about some Sprite? What? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! SPRITEY! SPRITEY, PLEASE GIVE ME BACK MY WISH!!!!!!
*Horrible, empty silence*
Old Man: "NOOOOOOOOO, What have I DONE??"
OUT ON THE GOLF COURSE
Old Man: "And now....we can't ever see the graphics in some types of computer games....because they require sprites....and there's no lemon-lime soda....and we can't wish that things didn't exist...."
Other Old Man: "Shut up! I wish I'd never see you again, you reality-wrecking moron!"
Old Man: "Wish all you like. Your wishes will never be granted. We're doomed to live a hollow, uneventful life. Everyone on the planet will be stuck in a dead-end job, living pay-check to pay-check, filling their time by playing with real cards instead of virtual ones and drinking any variety of lemon-lime flavored carbonated beverages other than the name brand, Sprite. We'll live, work, and die pitiful, meaningless deaths."
*TRIUMPHANT MUSIC*
"This has been a Jam Handy production!"
"I'm Spritey, the Sprite Spite! So, you don't like Sprites, eh? How would you like it if all the Sprites disappeard?"
Old Man: "Yeah whatever. Hmmm, say, I really would like a Sprite to show up to take away all of the clocks in the world."
*Awkward silence*
Old Man: "Oh. Um, well....I sure would like to have a Sprite walk up to me and grant my wish to never again have to deal with the internal combustion engine!"
*More silence*
Old Man: "Hmmm....well,....I suppose that, on the bright side, I can wish and wish and wish, and I'll never get stuck in a Twilight Zonian realm of ironic twists because of my idle, clod-like ramblings. Now, to go and celebrate! I think that I'll fix myself a nice, cool glass of lemon-lime soda!....*walks to the fridge*....hmmm, there's Crush,....nah, not Crush. There's the Sam's Club brand,....maybe later. How about some Sprite? What? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! SPRITEY! SPRITEY, PLEASE GIVE ME BACK MY WISH!!!!!!
*Horrible, empty silence*
Old Man: "NOOOOOOOOO, What have I DONE??"
OUT ON THE GOLF COURSE
Old Man: "And now....we can't ever see the graphics in some types of computer games....because they require sprites....and there's no lemon-lime soda....and we can't wish that things didn't exist...."
Other Old Man: "Shut up! I wish I'd never see you again, you reality-wrecking moron!"
Old Man: "Wish all you like. Your wishes will never be granted. We're doomed to live a hollow, uneventful life. Everyone on the planet will be stuck in a dead-end job, living pay-check to pay-check, filling their time by playing with real cards instead of virtual ones and drinking any variety of lemon-lime flavored carbonated beverages other than the name brand, Sprite. We'll live, work, and die pitiful, meaningless deaths."
*TRIUMPHANT MUSIC*
"This has been a Jam Handy production!"
