Title: Lesson Learned?
Word Count: 301
(anything else): I have a guilty adoration of the apprentice era, even if BBS did smash my hopes and dreams. Speaking of which! There are no spoilers for BBS in here. Yay?
Lesson Learned?
"Come on, Even, it was just a joke."
"A 'joke' that cost me an entire night's worth of sleep to fix, thank you, Braig."
"Oooo, Mister Ice Miser's givin' me the chills. I don't know why you're freaking out. You're a full time apprentice, unlike some of us. Happy science time is all you do. Like you even sleep..."
"Just shut up and get on the computer."
"Don't mind if I do- wait, what the hell-!?"
"What did you do now?"
"I didn't do anything! I just tried to- ********, no, don't do that you stupid tech- I just tried to open up my project file!"
"Light above- Opening your file shouldn't cause the screen to malfunction like that!"
"Care to tell me something I don't know, genius? Shuddup and help me- ********. Oh ********."
"... The screen is blank. Whatever you've done has made it completely white. Oh no, what will Master Ansem think!?"
"Fuuuuck- wait, something's happening-"
"Is- That's a picture of sea salt ice cream."
"What."
"And... What."
"Tell me we've both been inhaling too many fumes from the chemistry labs and that's not actually a little cartoon drawing of our master."
"I... I don't know... It... It's using a little speech bubble now."
"Little cartoon Master Ansem is talking to me. WHAT. And- ********!"
"Yessss!"
"What do you mean I have to write a ten page essay on the molecular composition of sea salt ice cream, you stupid thing!?"
"And it appears you won't be able to retrieve your project or do any research not relating to ice cream until you finish."
"Can you sound any more like a smug jerk, Even?"
"Possibly. At least I know the Master listens to me now."
"[********]"
"Enjoy your time yelling at the computer, Braig. Hopefully Tron won't make your life any more difficult, hmmmm? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find Master Ansem and let him know he's my hero."
