h a l f b a k e r y"Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
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A large hourglass is removed from the box and is set upright on the
parlour table. On top is a handle that controls a replica human hand
inside the glass.
The game starts when the glass is turned over, and you furiously
plunge the lever, grasping at grains of sand as they slip through the
clumsy replica hand.
A timer in the narrow passage records how futile your last attempt
was. Turn it over, and try again?
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Imperfect. Just jam the replica's fist in the hole.
Sorted. |
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Maybe you would prefer the wanking version where you
have to pump the handle as long as possible before
everything sprays out. |
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No, but thank you for the offer. It's a charming
thought. |
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I'm slightly confused, though, as to the point of this.
If you spend all your time playing with this hourglass
and contemplating your wasted life, as opposed to
doing something useful like making a cup of tea or
inventing a teleporter, you are in fact wasting your
life. Hence, ergo non hepit ad scrotum, this is a sort
of self-gazing navel. |
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You mean like a parascope that looks down into your
bellybutton? |
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No, a parascope would be for watching parachutes. |
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You were probably thinking of a kaleidoscope, just
now. |
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You assume he does not have parachutes in his bellybutton. |
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Oops, periscope, and naval and navel to be sure. |
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