

Fight the Future by Icarus
September 7th, 2008 5:01 AMUnfortunately I didn't have a clock to destroy. My parents had to remove the living room clock to safer quarters for a while - I was that excited. Eventually I found an old watch - one I had bought in Indonesia over 3 years ago. It was still working, but I thought about how many years of darkness and isolation it had experienced, and thought it would be better to put it out of its probable insanity.
To help me, I enlisted the services of Mr. Happy Tennis Ball! He's a very happy tennis ball who lives on my desk and loves to eat all sorts of metal things. We also happen to share a special telepathic link, and since I'm not very good with handling sharp things, I let him control my hands for this task. I suffered minimal physical damage from this telepathic takeover (though I'm still not sure how my psyche was affected - I still have strange nightmares about tennis racquets).
And thus the destruction process began. Removing the watch's protection - the back plate of metal - we exposed its vulnerable innards. Tearing layers of metal and electronic parts out, Mr. Happy Tennis Ball artfully gutted the defenseless clock.
All was going well until Mr. Happy Tennis Ball made a small error in judgement and ended up pricking my finger with a rusty clock part! He blames it on time getting its revenge. So far my finger hasn't turned purple or stopped responding, so I'll forgive him.
Mr. Happy Tennis Ball quickly finished the destruction and promptly ate all the clock parts. He's like that. I'm so glad that I finally completed this task, though my parents are probably not going to like it when they find a tennis ball with eyes full of broken watch parts.
Right Tools for the Job

Tools of Destruction: Screw Driver Set, Pikachu Scissors, Trail Bar (sustenance!)
Mr. Happy Tennis Ball

I keep an NIB magnet in Mr. Happy Tennis Ball, my assistant for this destruction. I planned on using it to collect loose screws, etc. but strangely enough the screws didn't find the magnet very attractive, so they rejected it. The magnet cried, then threw itself off my desk.
Loose Screw

Mr. Happy Tennis Ball oversees the destruction process. He's actually the one controlling all of my hand movements, via a telepathic link we happen to share.
Armor Removed

More vulnerable without its protective bottom plate, the watch quivers in fear. Mr. Happy Tennis Ball salivates at the thought of eating its innards.
Wounded!

Argh! Time got its revenge by pricking me with a watch part. I'll let you know if my jaw locks up.
Chomp chomp.

Mr. Happy Tennis Ball finally gets his meal. Look how happy he looks devouring the watch!
The Pieces

Having made Mr. Happy Tennis Ball regurgitate all the watch parts he had eaten, I took a photo of the results of the meticulous take-apart session. Then I fed it back into Mr. Happy Tennis Ball.
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Anyone who cares enough to shed their own blood in the name of a task gets my vote!
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The Pikachu scissors have returned! We have been cast into a thousand years of darkness!
Mr. Happy Tennis Ball. Hee.