After a moment of utter boredom and/or fear, I decide to go back to your pocket searching plan. My search reveals something that brings back strong memories: a replica of the electronic thumb from HHGTG, a gift from my aunt at my last birthday (I celebrated my birthday slightly after Douglas Adams died; my aunt also gave me this thing that I don't know what it is).
I've just been inside the belly of a grue, a creature I previously considered didn't exist. I reason that it is entirely possible that my life is actually a nonsensical stringing together of ideas from techies on a message board somewhere, and decide that pushing the button on the bottom of that thumb might just net some result. So I do.
There's a flash of light, and I find myself transported to the most normal place I've ever been. It smells normal, looks normal, tastes normal, feels normal, and sounds normal. Well, completely normal except for an object which your recognize as a grue spleen, based upon your recently gained expertise in the area, and grue snot, which you're standing in. A normal looking individual approaches you and hands you a bag of airline peanuts. "Here. You're probably groggy from your trip." |
