Woot! My next thingamabobby! Now, for once, Otto is no longer the main part of it! Well, he kind of is... AGH! OTTO WILL INVADE ALL OF MY STORIES!
Otto: What's wrong with that?
Me: Nothing, nothing...
R&R!
Number three of my Fanfic 100:
Coffee
Gibson poured a frothing yellow chemical into a bubbling blue substance. Now, only one... more... chemical... he thought to himself. He drank a mouthful of his third coffee. He need the caffeine to keep him awake.
He poured a large amount of yucky brown liquid into the same beaker... and immediately regretted it. The mixture blew up in his face.
Gibson swore. "Bugger!" he cursed. "Too much of that yucky brown liquid! Now I have to start all over again!"
He swigged another mouthful of coffee and checked the time. 0:27. It was past midnight.
Gibson looked at his calculations again. "I need a bit of this chemical... some of that one... and some of that one... all to cure Otto's bout of flu."
Gibson yawned again, and drank some more coffee. Why did he need to finish it all now? Just rest... go to sleep... leave it to the morning...
Gibson shook his head wearily. Damn his natural organisation. His body was screaming for sleep, but his brain was whispering, Go on, Gibson. You don't want to leave it to the morning, in case you have to start some more tests by then... You don't want to be disorganised, do you?
Many would know that Gibson listened more to his brain more than anything else - which was why he was in his lab, working until he finished his experiments - even if it kept him awake all night.
Gibson drank some more coffee, to keep his eyes open for a few minutes more. But he knew that coffee wouldn't hold sleep off for long. To be on the safe side, he drank some more.
The blue monkey poured a frothing yellow chemical into a bubbling blue substance. Some of the mixture dribbled over the side, and Gibson clumsily wiped it away with a cloth.
Into that mixture he poured a yucky brown coloured chemical. The mixture turned a dirty greenish-brown.
Gibson sighed, and placed the mixture into his miniature refrigerator. "A medicine..." he mumbled, "... for Otto's flu... it should be cooled by the morning..."
Gibson yawned heavily. He tipped the remaining coffee down the sink, and headed up to his room.
He hadn't even properly laid down in bed before his conscious mind was claimed by sleep.
Woot! Third done, ninety-seven to go! I'm making PROGRESS!
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