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The fate of life’s best laid plans, relegated to punchlines.
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Gerek came walking down the stairs towards the bridge and the angry mob. He said, “Okay. Here I am. Come for me if that’s what you came for.” He then drew a laser gun and said, “But know that I come prepared for moments just like these. I have a laser.” Praught said, “But that’s illegal!” Gerek shrugged dramatically and said, “I’m a Bollyck. News flash, we don’t really do galactic law.” Gerek then adjusted the settings on the gun and said, “But I don’t want to hurt anyone. So it’s set to the bottom setting, which is ‘stun.'” A member of the mob then threw a small almost boomerang type object which knocked the gun out of Gerek’s hands with a “slang” and it tumbled down the stairs. Gerek looked down at it and said, “And now it’s set to the bottom-of-the-stairs setting, which is ‘not-so-much-stun.'”
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