Bridge likes getting ideas lately. Well, he always likes getting ideas. They lead to fun ideas which can work like RIC and even when they blow up like the automatic toast butterer good things can happen - he met Syd when she was helping put out the fire.
But lately, Bridge has found that if he gets lost in working an idea, magic things seems to happen. Well, maybe not magic. Statically, the chances of his coffee never running out, or going cold, and toast just randomly appearing near his elbow, and tools always being where he needs them are a probablility of- "Hi, Jack," he said with a yawn.
"Hey Bridge," said Jack, resting his comic on the table. "Ready to call it a night?"
"Five more minutes? I think I've almost figured out the missing variable."
Jack rubbed Bridge's shoulder and nodded. "You always do. Five more minutes it is."
Z snorted as she walked by in her pyjamas. "You are so whipped, brother."
Whipped? Why would Jack be whip- "Whipped cream!," shouted Bridge. "That's it!" He rearranged his three sheets and grabbed a fresh one, scribbling away.
But lately, Bridge has found that if he gets lost in working an idea, magic things seems to happen. Well, maybe not magic. Statically, the chances of his coffee never running out, or going cold, and toast just randomly appearing near his elbow, and tools always being where he needs them are a probablility of- "Hi, Jack," he said with a yawn.
"Hey Bridge," said Jack, resting his comic on the table. "Ready to call it a night?"
"Five more minutes? I think I've almost figured out the missing variable."
Jack rubbed Bridge's shoulder and nodded. "You always do. Five more minutes it is."
Z snorted as she walked by in her pyjamas. "You are so whipped, brother."
Whipped? Why would Jack be whip- "Whipped cream!," shouted Bridge. "That's it!" He rearranged his three sheets and grabbed a fresh one, scribbling away.
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