pulled a large toke,
sighed heavily and said,
“Oh NO!”, as the
Mosquitoes swarmed in and
assumed an attack formation.
“Charge!” yelled their brave
and suspiciously metallic leader
, who raised a gleaming
mace and scepter, while
leaking copious amounts of
fine Austrian brandy from
a cask carried by
eight uniformed pageboys. Naturally,
they were also uninformed
with vests and fezzes
but not much else.
Tim struggled to comprehend
differential calculus while also
remaining puzzled about quantum
mechanics, which is easy.