Scible Imp (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} scibleimp) wrote,@ 2008-04-10 22:12:00 |
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Thoroughly Boned
Hmm, how best to tell this short tale...
So one afternoon, a handsome young lad named Ben was playing Company of Heroes on his computer. He was playing over the Internet with his brother, Mike, who was far away in a land called Eugene. As the two played, they struggled against the forces of evil and anarchy, but no matter how hard they tried, their vile foes continued to advance and conquer.
Ben, recognizing the importance of open lines of communication while on the battlefield, called his brother on his cell phone to discuss their failing positions. Alas, the cell phone, being weak and scurrilous, cut out unexpectedly. Cursing, Ben reached for the land line phone, only to have it suddenly ring as he touched it. Stalwart Mike must have leapt to reconnect the call!
At times like these, when good men fight desperate battles against the coming darkness, there will sometimes occasion a moment when only a single phrase is needed to acknowledge the calamity. Quote Ben (upon pressing the "answer" button), "Yeah, we're boned. Heh, heh." Realizing that no other words need be exchanged, he proceeded to discharge the phone of its duties.
The bitter story of their defeat need not be recorded here. Suffice it to say that they fought the good fight, even to the terrible end.
A short time later (perhaps 15 minutes or so), as Ben and Mike were deep in their post-battle analysis, the phone rang once again. This time, my sister, the beneficent Andy, was the caller. Ben greeted her and expediently delivered the phone to me. Here is a short transcript of our conversation:
Me: Hey, how's it going?
Andy: Good...
Me: What's wrong?
Andy: Oh, nothing. It's just...well, I called a little earlier, and Ben answered, and he...uh...well, he told me that we were boned. Then he laughed evily. Now I'm confused.
Me: Oh my God...(sounds of me rolling on the floor in spasmodic laughter).
Andy: So, are we still boned? If not, were we de-boned somehow? What does this all mean?
Anyway, when Ben inquired as to why I was shrieking in laughter, I had the immense pleasure of telling him that he may need to call Mike back to tell him about the general bonage, because the first message was intercepted.
It was a great day.
Hmm, how best to tell this short tale...
So one afternoon, a handsome young lad named Ben was playing Company of Heroes on his computer. He was playing over the Internet with his brother, Mike, who was far away in a land called Eugene. As the two played, they struggled against the forces of evil and anarchy, but no matter how hard they tried, their vile foes continued to advance and conquer.
Ben, recognizing the importance of open lines of communication while on the battlefield, called his brother on his cell phone to discuss their failing positions. Alas, the cell phone, being weak and scurrilous, cut out unexpectedly. Cursing, Ben reached for the land line phone, only to have it suddenly ring as he touched it. Stalwart Mike must have leapt to reconnect the call!
At times like these, when good men fight desperate battles against the coming darkness, there will sometimes occasion a moment when only a single phrase is needed to acknowledge the calamity. Quote Ben (upon pressing the "answer" button), "Yeah, we're boned. Heh, heh." Realizing that no other words need be exchanged, he proceeded to discharge the phone of its duties.
The bitter story of their defeat need not be recorded here. Suffice it to say that they fought the good fight, even to the terrible end.
A short time later (perhaps 15 minutes or so), as Ben and Mike were deep in their post-battle analysis, the phone rang once again. This time, my sister, the beneficent Andy, was the caller. Ben greeted her and expediently delivered the phone to me. Here is a short transcript of our conversation:
Me: Hey, how's it going?
Andy: Good...
Me: What's wrong?
Andy: Oh, nothing. It's just...well, I called a little earlier, and Ben answered, and he...uh...well, he told me that we were boned. Then he laughed evily. Now I'm confused.
Me: Oh my God...(sounds of me rolling on the floor in spasmodic laughter).
Andy: So, are we still boned? If not, were we de-boned somehow? What does this all mean?
Anyway, when Ben inquired as to why I was shrieking in laughter, I had the immense pleasure of telling him that he may need to call Mike back to tell him about the general bonage, because the first message was intercepted.
It was a great day.
