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As per agreement no names, places, and dates are mentioned in order to protect those that were involved.
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Eh? What ever...
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When my little brother brought home a five gallon bucket of Plot-Hole-Goo I stole a gallon, and told him about it a month later.
After a bit of experimentation I found that I could feed the 'goo a base mixture of gelatine, sugar water, and it would double in volume over night. Five days later I poured most of the 'Goo, except a quart for seed stock, into the cleaning sink in the garage. The next day I went out and bought an old, dirty yellow, electric powered Vespa and spent the next week rebuilding the scooter using the 'Goo to clean the assorted parts.
When I was not working on the Vespa I was researching on what I would need for survival once I reached space. I figured that I would need a space suit, a weapon, and a Job.
The space suit was easy I bought a set of Riding Leathers, a helmet, goggles, boots, gloves and a scarf, and soaked them in 'Goo and washing soda. For a weapon I took my Father's Electric Guitar and dropped in the Cleaning Sink over night. For work I figured that I would make small parcel deliveries, and mail runs.
Shortly after modding the Vespa, the riding gear, and guitar, I realized that I now had about fifteen gallons of Plot Hole Goo. My first thought was "What to do with the rest of the goo?". This is what I call an OMGWHID moment, meaning Oh My God! What Have I Done. I called my Little Brother.
The conversation went something like this...
"Hey Bro What's happening?"
"I have a bit of a problem."
"Oh?"
"Remember when you brought home that bucket of Goo?"
"The Handwavium? What did you do?"
"I borrowed a gallon of it to play with."
"... Just a sec let me grab a note pad."
"Your not mad at me are you?"
"I am, but I'm more worried about what you did with the 'Wavium."
"Ok."
"Don't Worry, I'll get you for that later."
"Right."
"Did you eat any of it?"
"No. ... Should I eat some of it.?"
"NO! We do not know what it would do a living creature."
" ..."
"What did you feed it with?"
"The first Gallon I used Unflavored Gelatine, and sugar water.
"I see and after that?"
"I poured it in the solvent tank allong with eight boxes of instant Jello."
"How long did you let it sit?"
"About five days.
"That should give you between 25 to thirty Gallons. What were you going... Scratch that. What did you us it on?
"I used it to clean parts to rebuild that Vespa I bought."
"Tell me that you used a pair of gloves for that."
"Yes. I also used it to treat some riding gear, and dipped Dad's old Guitar in the stuff."
"I see. Any affects?"
"I haven't tried to ride the Vespa, the Leathers seem to be OK now that they haved dried, and the Guitar shines a bit brighter than it did."
"One more question, then I'll bring some guys to check things over."
"... O-kay..."
"What flavor of Jello?"
"Lime and Cherry.
"O.K. We'll be there in about an hour. I'll yell at you when I get there. Then we'll go over every thing you've done. So Don't go any where. Oh, We'll bring an empty drum with us so don't drain the tank yet."
"Right. See you then."
"Laterz."
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My brother and his group arrived in a green utility van, they also brought with them the usual collection of tools, electronics, and testing paraphanalia. I showed them to the garage where I do my work.
The first thing that happened was to recorded the scene using digital cameras. Then one filled a sample jar with the semi-transparent brownish goo, and stuck the end of what appeared to be an fishtank heater cabled to a PDA in to the jar. He tapped the probe twice as he looked at the read out and prounounced, "Concentration is two point five wave to one assorted liquids at two zero point zero zero degrees centigrade." This brought a collection of low whistles from the rest of the team, as he withdrew the probe and caped the jar.
My brother pulled me to one side handed me a clip-board, and a pen and said "Congratulations, you will now sign both the nondisclosure agreement, and the employment contract as an independant consultor. I now officially Own Your Ass."
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As per agreement no names, places, and dates are mentioned in order to protect those that were involved.
--
Eh? What ever...
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When my little brother brought home a five gallon bucket of Plot-Hole-Goo I stole a gallon, and told him about it a month later.
After a bit of experimentation I found that I could feed the 'goo a base mixture of gelatine, sugar water, and it would double in volume over night. Five days later I poured most of the 'Goo, except a quart for seed stock, into the cleaning sink in the garage. The next day I went out and bought an old, dirty yellow, electric powered Vespa and spent the next week rebuilding the scooter using the 'Goo to clean the assorted parts.
When I was not working on the Vespa I was researching on what I would need for survival once I reached space. I figured that I would need a space suit, a weapon, and a Job.
The space suit was easy I bought a set of Riding Leathers, a helmet, goggles, boots, gloves and a scarf, and soaked them in 'Goo and washing soda. For a weapon I took my Father's Electric Guitar and dropped in the Cleaning Sink over night. For work I figured that I would make small parcel deliveries, and mail runs.
Shortly after modding the Vespa, the riding gear, and guitar, I realized that I now had about fifteen gallons of Plot Hole Goo. My first thought was "What to do with the rest of the goo?". This is what I call an OMGWHID moment, meaning Oh My God! What Have I Done. I called my Little Brother.
The conversation went something like this...
"Hey Bro What's happening?"
"I have a bit of a problem."
"Oh?"
"Remember when you brought home that bucket of Goo?"
"The Handwavium? What did you do?"
"I borrowed a gallon of it to play with."
"... Just a sec let me grab a note pad."
"Your not mad at me are you?"
"I am, but I'm more worried about what you did with the 'Wavium."
"Ok."
"Don't Worry, I'll get you for that later."
"Right."
"Did you eat any of it?"
"No. ... Should I eat some of it.?"
"NO! We do not know what it would do a living creature."
" ..."
"What did you feed it with?"
"The first Gallon I used Unflavored Gelatine, and sugar water.
"I see and after that?"
"I poured it in the solvent tank allong with eight boxes of instant Jello."
"How long did you let it sit?"
"About five days.
"That should give you between 25 to thirty Gallons. What were you going... Scratch that. What did you us it on?
"I used it to clean parts to rebuild that Vespa I bought."
"Tell me that you used a pair of gloves for that."
"Yes. I also used it to treat some riding gear, and dipped Dad's old Guitar in the stuff."
"I see. Any affects?"
"I haven't tried to ride the Vespa, the Leathers seem to be OK now that they haved dried, and the Guitar shines a bit brighter than it did."
"One more question, then I'll bring some guys to check things over."
"... O-kay..."
"What flavor of Jello?"
"Lime and Cherry.
"O.K. We'll be there in about an hour. I'll yell at you when I get there. Then we'll go over every thing you've done. So Don't go any where. Oh, We'll bring an empty drum with us so don't drain the tank yet."
"Right. See you then."
"Laterz."
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My brother and his group arrived in a green utility van, they also brought with them the usual collection of tools, electronics, and testing paraphanalia. I showed them to the garage where I do my work.
The first thing that happened was to recorded the scene using digital cameras. Then one filled a sample jar with the semi-transparent brownish goo, and stuck the end of what appeared to be an fishtank heater cabled to a PDA in to the jar. He tapped the probe twice as he looked at the read out and prounounced, "Concentration is two point five wave to one assorted liquids at two zero point zero zero degrees centigrade." This brought a collection of low whistles from the rest of the team, as he withdrew the probe and caped the jar.
My brother pulled me to one side handed me a clip-board, and a pen and said "Congratulations, you will now sign both the nondisclosure agreement, and the employment contract as an independant consultor. I now officially Own Your Ass."
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