Confused over the perplexing, puzzling and mystifying number of synonyms for the word confused, Brian walked into the kitchen........door. He"opened the door and stepped through. SB was at the table.
"Brian, Ive been thinking," he said with a mouthful of toast, spraying crumbs and little flecks of egg, (the toast had had eggs on it) all over Brians brand new Corduroy pyjamas.
"O really?" said Brian with a sneer, suggesting that SB never did any thinking and that it must have been hard for him to think.
"Yes," said SB with a grin that said he understood the joke from the sneer, but only because it had been overexplained by the narrator. "I think we do too much super-heroing practice. We should try some theory."
"Ok," said Brian, unsure as to what SB was talking about, as he was concentrating on picking little bits of bacon from his brand new curdoroy pyjamas, (the toast had had bacon on it too).
"Right so from now on I shall preface everything I say with 'in theory', and so shall you," said SB, excited with his new idea which was much better than any of his other new ideas, which were usually old ideas with a new title, like the new Phwamdang, which was a phone, with a blender attached, for those times when the phone goes and you just CAN'T leave the blender which happens quite often if all you drink is milkshakes. And also the new spleet-spleet which was a table with an upside down coke bottle stuck to the bottom for no particular reason.
Realising the narrator was off in his own little world, Space Baron and Brian leapt out of the room and down the stairs in a single bound, coming to rest in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs.
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While superheroing, SB and Brian were having a lovely time "theoring".
"In theory, this is a lovely day." grinned SB.
"In theory, you're right." grinned back Brian.
"In theory we should save that little boy up the tree," pointed Space Baron.
"In theory, thats not a boy, its a bird!" exclaimed Brian
"In theory, I suppose so." sighed Space Baron
"In theory, I like being right." verbed Brian.
"In theory, I just stepped on a nail." squealed Space Baron.
"In theory, thats my leg yould be touching." moaned Brian.
"In theory, GET ME TO A FUCKING HOSPITAL DICKBRAIN." stormed SB.
"In theory, if you're gonna be like that, I'll stop playing this stupid 'in theory' game." (insert verb here)'ed Brian.
"Fine with me." misspelt Spac Bron.
"Fine. Lets go to the hospital...." over-punctuated Brian.
And they did.
WILL THEY BE ABLE TO CLAIM MEDICAL INSURANCE?
WILL SPACE BARON EVER GET THE CREDIT FOR THE RESPECT FOR HIS INVENTIONS?
LIKE THE FLURRRRM, WHICH IS A TV WITH REMOTE CONTROL PERMANENTLY ATTACHED
TO THE FRONT?
WILL THE INTERNET BECOME THE MAIN SOURCE OF COMMERCE IN THE TWENTIETH
CENTURY?