May 29, 2009 22:20
When I was younger, I would occasionally daydream about being a private investigator, staking out mysterious locations until I saw some sign of sinister activity. When it appeared, I would use my unparalleled stealth skills to sneak in and acquire evidence of what exactly was going on. To make the daydream exciting, I would of course be caught in the process by powerful enemies, and have to flee through the building, hiding while I tried to reach an exit before the villains cut off my escape. I might even wind up barricaded in a room somewhere, with no visible way out, for maximum drama.
This proves indisputably that all children are stupid and that daydreams are a waste of time for a practical individual.
SOMEBODY HELP!