Bammerton Dorms, Late Tuesday Night
In the dead of night, a group of black clad figures made their way down the hallways of the dorms and into the quad, wheeling a covered contraption in front of them. "This is going to be the best April Fool's prank ever."
"Only if it works," Zack said, fiddling with a remote control. "Which it should, but you can never be totally sure."
With a flourish, Zack's companions pulled the sheet off the cart. "This is what I'm talking about," said one. "Totally. Awesome."
Zack paused and looked at the half-monkey-half-pony-monster robot.
"Do you think we used too many monkeys?" he asked.
"Only if it works," Zack said, fiddling with a remote control. "Which it should, but you can never be totally sure."
With a flourish, Zack's companions pulled the sheet off the cart. "This is what I'm talking about," said one. "Totally. Awesome."
Zack paused and looked at the half-monkey-half-pony-monster robot.
"Do you think we used too many monkeys?" he asked.