|Today, in the meditation room I went so that take a na- uh, I mean, meditate without distraction, I could. My eyes I closed and deeply into meditation I fell. For a good half an hour, meditating I was.|
Suddenly, jarred out from my meditation I was. My eyes I opened. What the...?
In the living room on top of the TV I was. Sitting on the couch staring at me, Kenobi and Young Skywalker were.
"Aaaaaa! Doing what here, am I?"
"Yo, G. Don't move. The picture is perfect," Young Skywalker said.
"What? Talking about what are you? Get here how did I? An explanation I demand."
"I'm sorry, Master," Kenobi said, "we thought you'd be sleepin a little longer."
"Sleeping I was not! Meditating I was! How many times have to tell you that, do I?"
"Yeah?" Young Skywalker said, "You like the only dude I know who snores while he meditatin'."
"On this television why am I?!" I demanded.
"The cable was out again. We needed to get a picture on the TV somehow." Kenobi said.
"Yeah, Little Y. Your ears gets like the greatest reception and spit, G." Young Skywalker added.
"Turn me into a Rabbit Ears antenna you have?! My slee... er, meditation for this you disturb?!"
"All the other times," Kenobi said, "we got you back into the Meditation room before you woke up, I mean, were done with your mediation. But this time, see, channel 2 was showing this Very Brady Marathon, and we couldn't miss..."
"'All the other times'?!" I yelled, "Been doing this for how long have you?"
"Only the past six or seven years," Kenobi answered, "and only when the Cable was out."
"What?!! So mad at you I am..."
"Yo, G, chill," Young Skywalker said, "At least we ain't as bad as the Younglings. I mean, they wait 'till you aslee... uh, meditatin', then play stuff like 'Connect the Liver Spots' with your head, yo. At least Obs and I ain't done that, least, not lately."
Oooooh, so angry I am! Going to pay for this, people are today. Written about the Force-wedgies I will give today, songs will be.