Post by Tracy on Feb 22, 2003 12:26:24 GMT -5
Sloth tumbled out of bed. He hated mornings, Monday mornings. He poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and slumped into a chair. He picked up the neopian times, and casually flicked through. He almost choked when he found a picture of himself in y-fronts cleaning up a pink neohome. He screwed the neopian times in a little ball, and threw it in the air. It bounced off the ceiling fan and hit him in the back of the head. He cursed loudly, and turned to pick it up. Suddenly, the chair leg gave way beneath him, sending the evil doctor plummeting to the ground, coffee and all. He landed with a thud, the mug shattering into a million pieces, its contents splashing all over the walls and ceiling. He rolled over, groaning loudly. The shards from his mug stuck into his back, and his nightshirt was soaked in coffee. He slowly got up, accidentally stepping on the kettle wire. The kettle teetered on the side of the worktop precariously. He backed away slowly. He stepped in a puddle of hot coffee, and found himself back on the floor. Sloth's impact on the floor was enough to send the kettle off the edge, smashing square on Dr Sloth's head. His face turned from its usual pond-slime green, to a rather alarming shade of scarlet. He stormed out of the kitchen, falling over again twice on the sodden flooring, and once more, on the soggy, screwed up edition of the neopian times. This was not going to be a good day...
He cleaned himself up and put on a fresh black robe. He decided not to go back in the kitchen, he would let some unlucky grundo clean up all that. Sloth decided to keep his evil mind sharp, by working on some new ingenius plot to enslave the entire population of Neopia. He attempted to open his laboratory door with his swipe-card.
''Access Denied''
He banged his fists against the door, and swiped the card through again.
''Access Denied''
He screamed loudly, ramming the card into the slot.
''Access denied, Access Denied, Access Denied''
He threw the card on the floor, and stomped on it. It shattered into several little pieces. He stormed back into his room. Maybe today wasn't the right day to work on his plans. He slumped onto his bed.
''Ouch'' He leapt up. He had sat on something rather sharp and prickly. A thornberry.
"Why in the name of the snowager is there a THORNBERRY IN MY BED'' He shouted, throwing the little fruit out of the window. A gust of wind threw the berry back into his room, straight into his forehead, where its long thorns stuck. He tugged at it in vain, prickling his fingers. Eventually, he gave up, and sat back on the bed. A small grundo walked into the room.
''Sir, there's a thornberry stuck in your head''
Sloth screamed out, and leapt up after the grundo. The grundo quickly ran his card through the machine, and opened the door. Sloth slipped on the pieces of his own card, and fell to the ground, The laboratory began to close, trapping Dr Sloths hair underneath it. He tugged furiously, ripping a large chunk out. He yelled out, clutching his head. He stumbled backwards and tripped down the stairs, landing at the bottom in a basket of laundry. He removed the underpants from his head, and staggered out.
Still working on it now
I ahve no idea where its going, and I probably wont submit it or anything. This is all based on personal experience :-P
He cleaned himself up and put on a fresh black robe. He decided not to go back in the kitchen, he would let some unlucky grundo clean up all that. Sloth decided to keep his evil mind sharp, by working on some new ingenius plot to enslave the entire population of Neopia. He attempted to open his laboratory door with his swipe-card.
''Access Denied''
He banged his fists against the door, and swiped the card through again.
''Access Denied''
He screamed loudly, ramming the card into the slot.
''Access denied, Access Denied, Access Denied''
He threw the card on the floor, and stomped on it. It shattered into several little pieces. He stormed back into his room. Maybe today wasn't the right day to work on his plans. He slumped onto his bed.
''Ouch'' He leapt up. He had sat on something rather sharp and prickly. A thornberry.
"Why in the name of the snowager is there a THORNBERRY IN MY BED'' He shouted, throwing the little fruit out of the window. A gust of wind threw the berry back into his room, straight into his forehead, where its long thorns stuck. He tugged at it in vain, prickling his fingers. Eventually, he gave up, and sat back on the bed. A small grundo walked into the room.
''Sir, there's a thornberry stuck in your head''
Sloth screamed out, and leapt up after the grundo. The grundo quickly ran his card through the machine, and opened the door. Sloth slipped on the pieces of his own card, and fell to the ground, The laboratory began to close, trapping Dr Sloths hair underneath it. He tugged furiously, ripping a large chunk out. He yelled out, clutching his head. He stumbled backwards and tripped down the stairs, landing at the bottom in a basket of laundry. He removed the underpants from his head, and staggered out.
Still working on it now
I ahve no idea where its going, and I probably wont submit it or anything. This is all based on personal experience :-P
He is so classically evil, with the classic evil laugh and everything 
Cool-ness Tracy! Lurve it so far! I wanna hear the rest soon! 