Insert crack here.

[aztecravemonkey]

Situation: Just got going on the second half of my research paper after an afternoon of procrastinating. Mom calls and wants to talk because Dad won't pick up. I cut her off (because not picking up means periodic phone calls for the rest of the night), tell her about my paper, and say good night to her. Five minutes later, Dad calls to complain that Mom (who called while he was on the phone with my grandmother) isn't picking up. He asks me to call her to see if I get through because he doesn't understand how cell phones work. (He thinks she turned it off.) I humor him, call, listen to it ring five times with no answer, hang up, and call him. I explain this to him carefully, taking care to explain how cell phones work and how it's not turned off but that Mom put it down and isn't answering it for some reason. Cue five-minute argument about technology in which I consistently attempt to interrupt his rants in order to explain how cell phones work. Conversation ends with me telling Dad to keep trying Mom if he wants (because she did not turn off her cell phone) and that if either of them call me for the rest of the night to interrupt my paper-writing zone and someone isn't in the hospital, I'm turning off my cell phone.

Paper is still currently only seven pages long.

And now I have this scene bunny full of crack and zero actual plot in which Bill attempts to write a research paper (headcanon says this is the part of his job he loathes) but is interrupted by the most ridiculous and/or mundane things ever. There would be a conversation with his grandfather/parent(s) about technology, no doubt. (*sigh* "Have you tried plugging it in?") Probably something a little along the lines of this.