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7/28/2010

Static

Author:  Seth

"If brute force doesn't work, you're not using enough of it."

“For the love of-“

Bob fumed as his television has overcome by static, the ear gouging, monotone buzz bouncing around in his temple.

This was ridiculous, the stupid thing was brand new! How could it have broken so quickly?

Whipping out his remote, the gryphane rapidly pressed a couple of buttons before hitting the power button on his console to ensure that, yes, he was on the right setting, and, yes, the console was on.

Still nothing. The swirling expanse of grey pixels mocked him from the safety of they glass prison.

Grumbling, the masked boy got up and trudged over to a folder, rifling through it until he found the warranty for the malfunctioning piece of equipment. His eyes scanned the document until…

“Figures.”

The warranty had expired last week.

Ripping up the sheaf of papers in disgust, Bob stormed out of his room in high bad humour. It was as close to legal crime as it got.

“What’s got you so worked up?” A cheerily curious voice asked the moment the Gate Guardian entered the hall. Bob resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, which was a wise choice as his mask made the movement look rather awkward.

“My T.V.’s broken, Shadow.” The brown haired gryphane replied patiently, turning to the panthryan.

“Oh, your T.V.’s broken? I know how to fix those!” The girl chirped excitedly.

Bob raised an invisible brow behind his mask.

“Shadow, I really don’t think you-“ The Jericho soldier broke off as his comrade skipped into his room. “Hey, hey wait a second Shadow. What are you-?”

*Wham*

Bob flinched visibly.

“Shadow, don’t-”

*Wham* *Wham*

“Rai told me it can take a few tries.” Shadow grinned, retracting her foot from the television.

“Shadow, please stop kicking my-“

*Wham*

And in other news, the annual Jericho canal race has been postponed due to stormy weather.

Bob stared dumbly at the now functioning T.V. set, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“See? I told you I could I could fix it!” Shadow smiled earnestly.

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