"1 002 845 673, 1 002 845 674, 1 002 845 675...", counted Bob. "Hey, whatcha up to, pal?", asks Tim. "Counting the grains of sand in this desert..." "You do realize it's called EndlessGrain Desert for a reason, right?" "What's that?" "There's 34 million square miles in this desert, ya know! How much have you covered?" "Almost 0.1 of an acre..." "Well, since there are ??? acres in the 34 million square miles, we do the math to...ah, you understand." "I do?" "Well, maybe not someone as clueless as you." "Who's clueless?" "You!" "Who, me?" "Whatever, anyways, here's a calculator for you to calculate your progress." "What are these weird buttons on this...ca whatever." "Bob, their called numbers." "That's not what I learned in sch- whatever you call it" "You never went to school..." "Hey, what's this huge red button the back that says "implode, do not press", can I press it?", asks Bob, pressing the button. "No wait sh- you stupid maniac the calculator's going to explode in 3 seconds!" "Ma what? Ca what? What's expl- whatever? And what's 3 -" BOOM!
"1 002 845 673, 1 002 845 674, 1 002 845 675...", counted Bob. "Hey, whatcha up to, pal?", asks Tim. "Counting the grains of sand in this desert..." "You do realize it's called EndlessGrain Desert for a reason, right?" "What's that?" "There's 34 million square miles in this desert, ya know! How much have you covered?" "Almost 0.1 of an acre..." "Well, since there are ??? acres in the 34 million square miles, we do the math to...ah, you understand." "I do?" "Well, maybe not someone as clueless as you." "Who's clueless?" "You!" "Who, me?" "Whatever, anyways, here's a calculator for you to calculate your progress." "What are these weird buttons on this...ca whatever." "Bob, their called numbers." "That's not what I learned in sch- whatever you call it" "You never went to school..." "Hey, what's this huge red button the back that says "implode, do not press", can I press it?", asks Bob, pressing the button. "No wait sh- you stupid maniac the calculator's going to explode in 3 seconds!" "Ma what? Ca what? What's expl- whatever? And what's 3 -" BOOM!
***3 days later***
"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a train...", Bob groans weakly. "You have, you were counting grains of sand on a covered railroad track", answers Tim sourly, "and you broke my 50 cent calculator." Bob moans and plops back onto the bed. "You realize I just spit on your bed right?" "Oh sh-, hey, what's spit?" "Never mind, the doctor says you only have 83 broken bones, 11 fractured limbs, 1083 minor injuries, 2 small head injuries, and 6 scars. Don't worry, he says you'll heal after 13 years..." "What's a broken bone? What's a frac- whatever, what's a minor? What's an inj- I don't care, and what's a scar? And how long is 13 years? Wait, 13 years is supposed to be a measure of time, right?" Tim groans and faints. "What did I do?"
"1 002 845 673, 1 002 845 674, 1 002 845 675...", counted Bob. "Hey, whatcha up to, pal?", asks Tim. "Counting the grains of sand in this desert..." "You do realize it's called EndlessGrain Desert for a reason, right?" "What's that?" "There's 34 million square miles in this desert, ya know! How much have you covered?" "Almost 0.1 of an acre..." "Well, since there are ??? acres in the 34 million square miles, we do the math to...ah, you understand." "I do?" "Well, maybe not someone as clueless as you." "Who's clueless?" "You!" "Who, me?" "Whatever, anyways, here's a calculator for you to calculate your progress." "What are these weird buttons on this...ca whatever." "Bob, their called numbers." "That's not what I learned in sch- whatever you call it" "You never went to school..." "Hey, what's this huge red button the back that says "implode, do not press", can I press it?", asks Bob, pressing the button. "No wait sh- you stupid maniac the calculator's going to explode in 3 seconds!" "Ma what? Ca what? What's expl- whatever? And what's 3 -" BOOM!
***3 days later***
"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a train...", Bob groans weakly. "You have, you were counting grains of sand on a covered railroad track", answers Tim sourly, "and you broke my 50 cent calculator." Bob moans and plops back onto the bed. "You realize I just spit on your bed right?" "Oh sh-, hey, what's spit?" "Never mind, the doctor says you only have 83 broken bones, 11 fractured limbs, 1083 minor injuries, 2 small head injuries, and 6 scars. Don't worry, he says you'll heal after 13 years..." "What's a broken bone? What's a frac- whatever, what's a minor? What's an inj- I don't care, and what's a scar? And how long is 13 years? Wait, 13 years is supposed to be a measure of time, right?" Tim groans and faints. "What did I do?"
***The Next Day, back in the desert***
"Hey, Bob whatcha up to?", asks Tim. "Trying to find the grain of sand I was on.", answers Bob, searching. "Dude, the implosion caused lots of the sand around here to blow away." "What's an implosion?" "Never mind, hey look! It's the railroad.." "This is where the train that hit me went through?" "Yeah..." "Hey, look, here comes a train now Tim! I want payback for him hurting me...I'll stand on the track and stop the train!" "No, Bob, look, the train weighs over 2000 to-" *WHAM*
"1 002 845 673, 1 002 845 674, 1 002 845 675...", counted Bob. "Hey, whatcha up to, pal?", asks Tim. "Counting the grains of sand in this desert..." "You do realize it's called EndlessGrain Desert for a reason, right?" "What's that?" "There's 34 million square miles in this desert, ya know! How much have you covered?" "Almost 0.1 of an acre..." "Well, since there are ??? acres in the 34 million square miles, we do the math to...ah, you understand." "I do?" "Well, maybe not someone as clueless as you." "Who's clueless?" "You!" "Who, me?" "Whatever, anyways, here's a calculator for you to calculate your progress." "What are these weird buttons on this...ca whatever." "Bob, their called numbers." "That's not what I learned in sch- whatever you call it" "You never went to school..." "Hey, what's this huge red button the back that says "implode, do not press", can I press it?", asks Bob, pressing the button. "No wait sh- you stupid maniac the calculator's going to explode in 3 seconds!" "Ma what? Ca what? What's expl- whatever? And what's 3 -" BOOM!
***3 days later***
"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit by a train...", Bob groans weakly. "You have, you were counting grains of sand on a covered railroad track", answers Tim sourly, "and you broke my 50 cent calculator." Bob moans and plops back onto the bed. "You realize I just spit on your bed right?" "Oh sh-, hey, what's spit?" "Never mind, the doctor says you only have 83 broken bones, 11 fractured limbs, 1083 minor injuries, 2 small head injuries, and 6 scars. Don't worry, he says you'll heal after 13 years..." "What's a broken bone? What's a frac- whatever, what's a minor? What's an inj- I don't care, and what's a scar? And how long is 13 years? Wait, 13 years is supposed to be a measure of time, right?" Tim groans and faints. "What did I do?"
***The Next Day, back in the desert***
"Hey, Bob whatcha up to?", asks Tim. "Trying to find the grain of sand I was on.", answers Bob, searching. "Dude, the implosion caused lots of the sand around here to blow away." "What's an implosion?" "Never mind, hey look! It's the railroad.." "This is where the train that hit me went through?" "Yeah..." "Hey, look, here comes a train now Tim! I want payback for him hurting me...I'll stand on the track and stop the train!" "No, Bob, look, the train weighs over 2000 to-" *WHAM*
***Another 3 days later***
"I feel like I've been hit by a train again", moans Bob. "You have been hit by a train again", Tim reminds. "I have?" "Yeah, in the desert..." "What's a desert" "You know, where you, Bob, were counting grains of sand?" "Bob? Who's Bob?" "Oh no, he's lost his memory!" "But this desert thingymajigey sounds interesting. Let's go check it out!" Tim slapped his head. This couldn't be good.
