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Ages ago, back in January,
darkfire_blade requested Book-reading Smokescreen. I spent a lot of time thinking about it and coming up with nothing, and then I got distracted by all the pretty bunnies. So I finally came back to it, wrote out a beautiful piece, and realized that I had inadvertently ripped off
straya’s Book-reading Ratchet. So back to the drawing board I went. I have finally been able to write this little piece of comedy. It’s nowhere near the length of Naïve Smokescreen (which never should have been that long since the stories are only supposed to be 300 words max), but I hope it stands up and is good enough for the request.
So without further ado, I present for your reading pleasure,
Book-reading Smokescreen
Smokescreen sat in his office staring intently at a datapad. After a moment of reading, he put the pad aside and picked up another one off the table in front of him. He then grabbed the first and began to compare them, switching from one pad to another, while he made notes into a third.
“Quarter, thorough, and harness,” he muttered to himself. “Why do they have to make this so difficult?”
“Why do they have to make what so difficult?” Bluestreak asked as he walked into the room.
“What?” Smokescreen asked, sounding guilty. He quickly subspaced the pads.
“Why do they have to what so difficult?” Bluestreak repeated. “You said, ‘quarter, thorough, and harness. Why do they have to make this so difficult?’ Why do they have to make what so difficult?”
“Uh, nothing kid. It’s nothing. Just some Earth stuff I’m finding confusing, that’s all,” Smokescreen replied. “Did we have an appointment?”
“Oh, no. I just came by to see how you were doing. I know that you were pretty mad at Sides when he messed up your stuff, and we haven’t seen you since you dropped that paint on Sunstreaker … that was really funny by the way. Sunstreaker was so mad, and it got worse when Sides told him he looked good in orange and should borrow some of Huffer’s wax. I don’t know if I ever would have had the-”
“Blue? I’m fine, thanks. I was just trying to figure out a human sport. Thank you for coming by,” Smokescreen said calmly, trying to stop the flow of words.
“What sport?” Bluestreak asked.
Smokescreen sighed inwardly and pulled out one of the pads. If it was true that two heads were better than one, then maybe Bluestreak could help him get a handle on this.
“It’s called horseracing. I’m trying to figure out the process and the dynamics of the sport. Do you want to take a look at it?”
Bluestreak looked down at the pad. “Hmmm … I don’t know much about it. Except that there’s a lot of betting done on it. .. Oh! Look, they’ve got one called Sunstreaker! That one’s probably really fast!”
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So without further ado, I present for your reading pleasure,
Smokescreen sat in his office staring intently at a datapad. After a moment of reading, he put the pad aside and picked up another one off the table in front of him. He then grabbed the first and began to compare them, switching from one pad to another, while he made notes into a third.
“Quarter, thorough, and harness,” he muttered to himself. “Why do they have to make this so difficult?”
“Why do they have to make what so difficult?” Bluestreak asked as he walked into the room.
“What?” Smokescreen asked, sounding guilty. He quickly subspaced the pads.
“Why do they have to what so difficult?” Bluestreak repeated. “You said, ‘quarter, thorough, and harness. Why do they have to make this so difficult?’ Why do they have to make what so difficult?”
“Uh, nothing kid. It’s nothing. Just some Earth stuff I’m finding confusing, that’s all,” Smokescreen replied. “Did we have an appointment?”
“Oh, no. I just came by to see how you were doing. I know that you were pretty mad at Sides when he messed up your stuff, and we haven’t seen you since you dropped that paint on Sunstreaker … that was really funny by the way. Sunstreaker was so mad, and it got worse when Sides told him he looked good in orange and should borrow some of Huffer’s wax. I don’t know if I ever would have had the-”
“Blue? I’m fine, thanks. I was just trying to figure out a human sport. Thank you for coming by,” Smokescreen said calmly, trying to stop the flow of words.
“What sport?” Bluestreak asked.
Smokescreen sighed inwardly and pulled out one of the pads. If it was true that two heads were better than one, then maybe Bluestreak could help him get a handle on this.
“It’s called horseracing. I’m trying to figure out the process and the dynamics of the sport. Do you want to take a look at it?”
Bluestreak looked down at the pad. “Hmmm … I don’t know much about it. Except that there’s a lot of betting done on it. .. Oh! Look, they’ve got one called Sunstreaker! That one’s probably really fast!”
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Date: 11 Aug 2007 17:38 (UTC)Nice.
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Date: 11 Aug 2007 21:19 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 Aug 2007 20:54 (UTC)The thought of Smokescreen puzzling through horse-racing is enough to make me grin. Heavens know that I'm confused by it too ^^
:D a horse named Sunstreaker? Now would our resident yellow Lamborghini like that?
Yay you did it!
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Date: 11 Aug 2007 21:19 (UTC)I thought of it as I was reading an article about Barbaro. The entire thing had me scratching my head.
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Date: 11 Aug 2007 22:58 (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Aug 2007 00:55 (UTC)