"Even in its bag form, it looks like a bowl of greese," I said. "I think he got the idea after tasting the onion bits off of a pan thatbmade burgers earlier and liking it." I shuddered. "Another reason I don't eat hotdogs, hamburgers, or any mammal meat. I eat chicken though."

"A chicken isnt a mammal." I pointed out. "Turkey burgers are really good." I said.

"Right," I laughed. "I forgot. The sun is blinding me with its science!" I tried to lighten the mood up a little.

She smiled happily.

"You're quite the *yawn* question-asker, huh?" He mumbled, his vision going blurry and refocusing. "Almost makes me want to cut you open and see what makes you do that." He said absentmindedly, sitting on his chair and leaning back on it. He ran his finger over the left lens of his glasses, which was cracked so you couldn't see his other eye. It was a habit of his.

I chuckle and cover his eyes with my hands. "Now it won't!" I tell him. "You won't win sun!" I say laughing.

Bob came with a beautiful sun dress. I took it from him. "This good?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Make me tick?" I asked, faking fear. It wasn't that hard. "You mean I'm a clock?! A CLOCK?!" I began to run around the room. Then stopped, as if though I was thinking. "Clocks don't have legs, do they?" I asked. I did notice he was tired, so maybe the screaming didn't help.

"Oh noes!" I said. "My genes have wronged me! My years of studying have wronged me! The sun has either imploded, or I'm blind!" I staggered a little, for comedy effect, of course.