Post by Shrimpy on Oct 10, 2007 18:05:54 GMT -5
The lights of the laboratory turn on one last time for the three days. Bwiff (who had been changed back to his normal white color) hops into the room and looks around. Today is his last day on the job. He is actually quite relieved that the job was almost over. Sure, 700 Mali is a good thing, but the idea of changing to funny colors just doesn't appeal.
Anyways! He isn't getting paid to stand around, looking at the room. He scurries over to the familliar stool and leaps up. Hopping onto the table, Bwiff looks at the many different foods. He might not be hungry for dinner tonight...
Bwiff picks up a soft cookie, studded with dark brown chocolate chips. He takes a bite and coos with joy. How yummy! Delighted with the tasty food, he moves over to make an entry in the notebook.
10/10/07
Cookie: Very tasty, deli
Bwiff pauses, the pencil falling from his mouth. He groans. He doesn't feel so well. His stomach grumbles and he begins to erase the line and re-write it.
Cookie: Very tasty, but it gave me an upset stomach.
He sets down down the pencil and goes to try something else. He selects a long, thin, orange vegatable with a bushy green leafy thing on the end. He chows down and chews thoughtfully. It's hard and very fibery, but doesn't taste half bad; except for the little leafies. He chitters and his eyes widen. Whoo, his vision has cleared up a lot. He hops over to the notebook and jots down a few notes.
Carrot: Not as tasty as Cookie, but still yummy, and my eyes went really wide. The green thing doesn't taste good at all.
Bwiff nibbles on a few more foods, making sure to write down a reaction of each. Time passes, and eventually his shifts comes to an end. He yawns and stretches. Bwiff suspects he's had one too many things to eat. He closes the notebook and stumbles to the floor. The Marvir hobbles to the door and turns back to look one last time. He chirps "good-bye" to the laboratory, flicks off the lights, and shuffles out the door.
Anyways! He isn't getting paid to stand around, looking at the room. He scurries over to the familliar stool and leaps up. Hopping onto the table, Bwiff looks at the many different foods. He might not be hungry for dinner tonight...
Bwiff picks up a soft cookie, studded with dark brown chocolate chips. He takes a bite and coos with joy. How yummy! Delighted with the tasty food, he moves over to make an entry in the notebook.
10/10/07
Cookie: Very tasty, deli
Bwiff pauses, the pencil falling from his mouth. He groans. He doesn't feel so well. His stomach grumbles and he begins to erase the line and re-write it.
Cookie: Very tasty, but it gave me an upset stomach.
He sets down down the pencil and goes to try something else. He selects a long, thin, orange vegatable with a bushy green leafy thing on the end. He chows down and chews thoughtfully. It's hard and very fibery, but doesn't taste half bad; except for the little leafies. He chitters and his eyes widen. Whoo, his vision has cleared up a lot. He hops over to the notebook and jots down a few notes.
Carrot: Not as tasty as Cookie, but still yummy, and my eyes went really wide. The green thing doesn't taste good at all.
Bwiff nibbles on a few more foods, making sure to write down a reaction of each. Time passes, and eventually his shifts comes to an end. He yawns and stretches. Bwiff suspects he's had one too many things to eat. He closes the notebook and stumbles to the floor. The Marvir hobbles to the door and turns back to look one last time. He chirps "good-bye" to the laboratory, flicks off the lights, and shuffles out the door.
