- Mood: Unaffected
- Music: More laughing Children
- Lyric:

- Thought: That's an addiction- children's laughter.
So picture two kids- one on a couch, one on a rocking chair directly across. The Rocker dweller is my brother and the one on the couch-- we’ll call him Pizza Roll. (He is, officially- my babysitting charge).
What follows is the most outstanding performance of active imagination for lazy boys ever known to man. Their thought process is amazing, and yet- they never get up from their seats. The entire game is spoken… seriously- and I want to stress this- they never moved.
Kids are amazing at times!
Pizza Roll: “So come in Commander! Fly down… to the boat!”
Brother: “I’m coming, sir! Pretend I’m flying so fast the skin on my face is about to peel off!”
Pizza Roll: “Wow, that’s fast… Nice rocking chair plane!”
Brother: “Thanks, but I’m almost out of gas.”
PR: “There’s no way to check gas mileage on that rocking chair, I built it.”
B: “But sir, I can put a gas tank in- are you still on vacation?”
PR: “For the next two days- now get your butt down on this boat!”
B: “Ahhh, *sound effects* To the boat, rocking chair of doom!! Pretend I bought 3 extra gas tanks while I was in the bathroom. It’s time, helmet on, flippers on- never mind, I’m in a rocking chair, I don’t need flippers.”
PR: “You know what? I can see you- I see you from the beach. And… there’s a laser by your head.”
B: “What?!! AHHHHHHHH- losing air!!” Landing in the water… Pchuoooom!!”
PR: “I fired a torpedo at you.”
B: “Why?! Oh, sir, why?”
PR: “I got bored… but don’t feel bad- I just rescued you from the sea.”
B: “How? You’re on vacation?”
PR: “I scuba dived- I took lessons.. and you weren’t that far out.”
B: “No scuba diver can rescue a boy and his rocking chair.”
PR: “Well, I did.”
B: “No person could have taken lessons and rescued me in 5 minutes!”
PR: “I thought we were using our imaginations?”
B: “We are.”
PR: “Then duh I could do that in 5 minutes…”
B: “Ok, it doesn’t matter. Pretend we’re on the boat… your torpedo hit the boat too- we’re all gunna drown like the pile of shi…”
YOU’RE GUNNA WHAT?!
B: “Sorry Jessie...”
PR: “Take cover, soldier!!”
The rest of the game is a blur of squealing, laughter, and sound effects… until PR suggests that he and Brother go play a game of Monopoly. It kind of ends there, the boat sinking- innocent people dying… and a rocking chair, floating in the Atlantic.
Kind of sad to think that they abandoned their ship for the Parker Brothers.
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