... Lisa grabbed a cracker and examined it. "Oh, these are the things with the little paper hats inside? I've always wondered what the point of these was... I mean, it's a paper hat. Ooh!" Lisa suddenly had what would later be classified as either the worst or the best idea ever. "You don't mind if I take these, right? 'K, thanks, bye!" She grabbed the box and scuttled off, using the much-loved beam-me-up-Scotty spell to go to her RC for a while.
She spent the next twenty minutes doing things you probably don't want to know about.
When Lisa got back to the party, she sought out out the Scribe, in the hopes that the woman would not be averse to trying out her new invention.
"Oh God, your famous Christmas crackers?" The Scribe groaned when Lisa pulled her aside. "I really shouldn't spend a whole lot of time with you, you know... Time travel?"
Lisa blinked. "Famous?"
The Scribe facepalmed mentally. "So this is your first time making them... ugh... now I have to try one..." The woman gingerly took hold of the end of the cracker and pulled.
There was a loud BANG and the immediate area, including the party guests, was covered with red paint. The Scribe groaned again. "How in the world do you do that..."
Lisa immediately launched into lecture mode. "While it is impossible to store a large object inside of a small object, this can be worked around by storing said large object inside of an otherspace pocket, the opening of which is inside of said smaller object, and which will be opened upon a pre"programmed" signal..."
The Scribe wandered off to wash her hands.
Lisa ran off to try her new toys out on some guests.
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Without waiting for a reply... TheScribe,Fri Dec 16 10:04
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