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head_psychic"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
"Dad, if they built windows upside down, do you think people would grow taller?"
"What?"
"We learned about evolution yesterday. Like, those birds? They wanted to eat a special kind of nut but their beaks weren't made for it so in a loong process their beaks changed. Now if we always had to reach way high to open our window maybe in 3000 years we'd all be 7'5''!"
"... eat your cereal, Shawn."
---
"Man, this sucks."
"Yeah."
They sat together in front of the window, looking outside into the rainy day. Mrs. G had told them to play inside so Gus wouldn't catch a cold. What they caught instead was utter boredom. Shawn rested his chin on his head, watching the grey blanket that was supposed to be a sky in disdain. "If we bombed a tree in the sky, do you think we'd see a hole?"
"What?"
"I mean, it's blue behind all those clouds. Maybe if we shoot a tree up, like an arrow, we get a spot without rain where we can play!"
His friend followed his gaze up to the sky, pondering. "You mean kinda like a spotlight?"
Shawn nodded, beaming. "Yeah."
Gus tilted his head, looking thoughtful for a moment. "You know, that might actually work. Let's get the chemistry set!"
---
"You know, I was thinking. Dying in a waterbed? Ultimate torture. Buried alive and just when you're about to suffocate the thing fills with water. Should give extra points if you're claustrophobic and... Gus? Gus! Where are you going?"
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"I think Greenpeace wouldn't complain so much if exhaust emissions were coloured. We'd have a coloured sky. How cool would that be?"
"What exactly does this have to do with the case? Besides, that's not possible, Shawn."
"How would you know? People thought it would be impossible to fly, too."
"Shawn, coloring the emissions isn't a solution! That would be nothing but a palliation!"
"Well, yeah, but it would be a start."
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... so as you can see, not only do the proturans have no eyes but they also lack antennae. Their forelegs project forward and function as antennae which results in that they constantly have to palpate their way which in my personal opinion is such a horrible fate I simply cannot believe I am the first person to ever make this request.
Having listed all my arguments here I hope that WWF will find it in their heart to create the small seeing-eye dog nano robots (see fig. 3.05) to grant these poor creatures ahum proturanely life.
Sincerely,
Shawn Spencer
Friend of the Proturans.
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"Do you think they represent red and white blood cells?"
Gus blinked, focusing on the road for another moment before he threw Shawn a quick sideway glance. "What fuzzy drink did you have this morning?"
"Gatorade. Which was disgusting. Dude, I mean it. I mean, think about it."
"I really don't think that's the reason why street construction side barriers are red and white, Shawn."
"Dude, it totally makes sense! I mean, we got red traffic lights because red is a signal color, right? Our blood being red - at least in an ideal world - so we react immediately. Maybe adding the white on those barriers is like a second alarm! Like saying 'if you crash into this you'll be in even more trouble than ignoring a traffic light and not only the reds will be mad at you'. I actually think it's quite fair. Those poor white blood cells should totally get their shot, too."
"... I don't think I want to be in the same car with you."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 614
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
"Dad, if they built windows upside down, do you think people would grow taller?"
"What?"
"We learned about evolution yesterday. Like, those birds? They wanted to eat a special kind of nut but their beaks weren't made for it so in a loong process their beaks changed. Now if we always had to reach way high to open our window maybe in 3000 years we'd all be 7'5''!"
"... eat your cereal, Shawn."
---
"Man, this sucks."
"Yeah."
They sat together in front of the window, looking outside into the rainy day. Mrs. G had told them to play inside so Gus wouldn't catch a cold. What they caught instead was utter boredom. Shawn rested his chin on his head, watching the grey blanket that was supposed to be a sky in disdain. "If we bombed a tree in the sky, do you think we'd see a hole?"
"What?"
"I mean, it's blue behind all those clouds. Maybe if we shoot a tree up, like an arrow, we get a spot without rain where we can play!"
His friend followed his gaze up to the sky, pondering. "You mean kinda like a spotlight?"
Shawn nodded, beaming. "Yeah."
Gus tilted his head, looking thoughtful for a moment. "You know, that might actually work. Let's get the chemistry set!"
---
"You know, I was thinking. Dying in a waterbed? Ultimate torture. Buried alive and just when you're about to suffocate the thing fills with water. Should give extra points if you're claustrophobic and... Gus? Gus! Where are you going?"
---
"I think Greenpeace wouldn't complain so much if exhaust emissions were coloured. We'd have a coloured sky. How cool would that be?"
"What exactly does this have to do with the case? Besides, that's not possible, Shawn."
"How would you know? People thought it would be impossible to fly, too."
"Shawn, coloring the emissions isn't a solution! That would be nothing but a palliation!"
"Well, yeah, but it would be a start."
---
... so as you can see, not only do the proturans have no eyes but they also lack antennae. Their forelegs project forward and function as antennae which results in that they constantly have to palpate their way which in my personal opinion is such a horrible fate I simply cannot believe I am the first person to ever make this request.
Having listed all my arguments here I hope that WWF will find it in their heart to create the small seeing-eye dog nano robots (see fig. 3.05) to grant these poor creatures a
Sincerely,
Shawn Spencer
Friend of the Proturans.
---
"Do you think they represent red and white blood cells?"
Gus blinked, focusing on the road for another moment before he threw Shawn a quick sideway glance. "What fuzzy drink did you have this morning?"
"Gatorade. Which was disgusting. Dude, I mean it. I mean, think about it."
"I really don't think that's the reason why street construction side barriers are red and white, Shawn."
"Dude, it totally makes sense! I mean, we got red traffic lights because red is a signal color, right? Our blood being red - at least in an ideal world - so we react immediately. Maybe adding the white on those barriers is like a second alarm! Like saying 'if you crash into this you'll be in even more trouble than ignoring a traffic light and not only the reds will be mad at you'. I actually think it's quite fair. Those poor white blood cells should totally get their shot, too."
"... I don't think I want to be in the same car with you."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 614
