The Unwanted Fantasy Project

As an exercise, and because my thought processes got hacked by a trojan winter virus, I thought I should draw some inspiration from everyone’s favourite space-man-rocker, David Bowie, and do a random mash-up of phrases that I stole from the poor victims that surround me in the office. Little do they know I will use their thoughts in my rise to glory!!!

WARNING: The following post may damage your logical thought processes!

So anyway, I walked around our gigantic office and asked the crew to write down a few phases about absolutely anything. Then I collected them and put all our ideas into one gigantic fantasy story project. The end result is epic, it is called:

The Adventures of Rabbitman and AK47

He walks inside with an AK47,

despite the lack of both a crossbow and a glass of apple juice,

the rabbit man wasn’t worried.

Wherever they looked – there were signs of waste,

I gazed at the massive peanut and said

“Duck, you yella bastard!” (followed by a large explosion)

Off in the distance, a dark figure appeared.

In Space, a swathe of blue light covered the land.

The warrior was once again facing death!!

The art of communication is to hear what isn’t being said. They all sang the chorus together, “Doof Doof unce unce”

Kills everyone. “Get the dinner ready, Daddy’s almost home”

The rats were coming again, and they look pissed, with them are their parents.

Giant mech dinosaurs said “Umm, was that supposed to come off?”

THE END…?!

So you see, great minds do think alike… kinda. Till my next blog, chao!