One line collaboration
Time meant nothing anymore compared unprepared to a few buttons pushed and a couple of switches corrected and flipped by some bitches just to flip off a bunch of lingering beings in the mist like an angry finger within a fist...yeah, you know what I mean.....
confusion defeats the understanding he thought as he ran through the mist and to the machine that seemed to welcome him with it's presence and as he puts out his hands to push the button to open the door he once more felt the excitement of a new adventure
he settled in the familiar comfy chair and began to start the engine, the familiar smell of something burning filled his senses and he the world around him pass by in flashes...and he thought, 'I am travelling Jack....travelling Jack...'
the familiar burning smell was the sausages he'd forgotten in the frying pan, yet again. "I can't handle all this on my own" he sighed "I need a companion to travel with me, someone from the delta quadrant who speaks the same language".
