When Mr. Octopus suggested they spend their afternoon doing a puzzle, Tim and Percy had both thought it was a fun idea. They had also figured that it wouldn’t take too long, seeing as Mr. Octopus had eight hands and must be very efficient at these sorts of things. He wasn’t. He sucked, actually. “Hmm, I wonder if this blue piece attaches to this other blue piece?” he kept saying, testing out random connections. God, this was going to take forever. As soon as Mr. Octopus went to the bathroom, Tim was going to grab Percy and split.
This Is Not My Idea Of A Fun Saturday3 04 2010