The tallest and the smartest manchot, pingouin locked himself in his lab again. Not always is he the sharpest couteau in the drawer. He tried drilling the door but last time he did this, he was stupid enough to replace the door with one of the hardest material know to man.
“Dang it!” Kowalski a dit drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”
“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's feu pistolets that he was making modifications to and adding plus tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door. Still, no dent at all. “OH COME ON!” He yelled pounding on the door. A small metal object fell down from the very haut, retour au début of the door.
“Hey. What is this?” Kowalski a dit picking up the small object. He started blankly at the small object.
“My key....was right here? The whole time?” The penguin's eye started to twitch as he wildly started knocking bottles of gasses and liquids down to the concrete ground.
“What's with Kowalski?” Private asked curiously.
“Who knows what kinda demons he has.” Skipper a dit sipping his poisson coffee.
“Let's open the door.” Skipper a dit walking over to the door. He unlocked it and inside was Kowalski knocking around a bunch of his stuff. “Kowalski, what are toi doing?”
Kowalski froze. “How....” he started to hesitate his question. “Get that door open?”
“I just opened it.” Skipper answered. Kowalski ran over to a mur and banged his head against the wall.
“He needs to be checked.” Private said.
“Yep.” Skipper agreed.
“Dang it!” Kowalski a dit drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”
“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's feu pistolets that he was making modifications to and adding plus tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door. Still, no dent at all. “OH COME ON!” He yelled pounding on the door. A small metal object fell down from the very haut, retour au début of the door.
“Hey. What is this?” Kowalski a dit picking up the small object. He started blankly at the small object.
“My key....was right here? The whole time?” The penguin's eye started to twitch as he wildly started knocking bottles of gasses and liquids down to the concrete ground.
“What's with Kowalski?” Private asked curiously.
“Who knows what kinda demons he has.” Skipper a dit sipping his poisson coffee.
“Let's open the door.” Skipper a dit walking over to the door. He unlocked it and inside was Kowalski knocking around a bunch of his stuff. “Kowalski, what are toi doing?”
Kowalski froze. “How....” he started to hesitate his question. “Get that door open?”
“I just opened it.” Skipper answered. Kowalski ran over to a mur and banged his head against the wall.
“He needs to be checked.” Private said.
“Yep.” Skipper agreed.
yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a l’amour poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up écriture mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
