Egon Spengler ficlet
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deannie
There were any number of reasons why it hadn't worked. Fifty seven, to be precise, if you included a variety of reasons that weren't probable but were, under the known laws of physics, possible.
If you included the reasons that were unlikely, impossible, and had happened before, the figure rose to near a hundred.
Egon didn't want to think about those, because he knew from experience that trying to account for those was just asking for someone to get turned into a giant chicken. Without that being the point, of course.
Dropping his pen, he was about to push away from the desk and go back to the oscillator to try one more adjustment. A hand picked up the gold pen and turned it over so the inscription could be read.
"Ready for a break?" Peter asked.
Egon shook his head. "I was about to--"
"Come downstairs and say 'Peter, how about a pizza?' Excellent, Egon. I accept."
Egon frowned, and Peter smiled. Weighing his options - argue with Peter and get no work done, or go with Peter to get pizza and get no work done, he decided that perhaps it would be easier to simply give in.
It would put Peter off-balance, at any rate, if he gave in easily. Egon nodded, hiding his smile. "Very well." He stood up and walked past Peter, who seemed rather rooted to the spot.
That would pay him back for getting Egon's favorite pen engraved with the words "Dr. Egon Chickenhead."
deannieThere were any number of reasons why it hadn't worked. Fifty seven, to be precise, if you included a variety of reasons that weren't probable but were, under the known laws of physics, possible.
If you included the reasons that were unlikely, impossible, and had happened before, the figure rose to near a hundred.
Egon didn't want to think about those, because he knew from experience that trying to account for those was just asking for someone to get turned into a giant chicken. Without that being the point, of course.
Dropping his pen, he was about to push away from the desk and go back to the oscillator to try one more adjustment. A hand picked up the gold pen and turned it over so the inscription could be read.
"Ready for a break?" Peter asked.
Egon shook his head. "I was about to--"
"Come downstairs and say 'Peter, how about a pizza?' Excellent, Egon. I accept."
Egon frowned, and Peter smiled. Weighing his options - argue with Peter and get no work done, or go with Peter to get pizza and get no work done, he decided that perhaps it would be easier to simply give in.
It would put Peter off-balance, at any rate, if he gave in easily. Egon nodded, hiding his smile. "Very well." He stood up and walked past Peter, who seemed rather rooted to the spot.
That would pay him back for getting Egon's favorite pen engraved with the words "Dr. Egon Chickenhead."