Scenario:A bumbling duo, Gary and Phil, accidentally release a virus that makes everyone speak backwards.
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A bumbling duo, Gary and Phil, accidentally release a virus that makes everyone speak backwards.
I like to think my life is similar to the movies.
Great friends, close shaves, and a good chance of getting the girl.
There’s only one problem with comparing my life to the movies.
When something happens in a movie, it’s generally a good thing.
When something happens in my life, it generally means that there’s a good chance that we’re all going to end up dead.
Except for Phil, of course.
He’s indestructible, as far as I can tell.
It was just another normal day in the lab.
Phil and I were working on our latest project, trying to come up with a new formula for an energy drink that would revolutionize the industry.
We’d been working on this one for a couple of weeks now, and we were getting close to something that was almost drinkable.
Our lab was in a top-secret location, in a nondescript building in the middle of nowhere.
To get to our lab, you had to go through a series of security checks, including retina scans and body cavity searches.
Inside the lab, it looked like a cross between a college dorm room and a garbage dump.
Empty pizza boxes and energy drink cans littered the floor, and you had to wade through them to get to the equipment.
Phil was short and stocky, with an ever-present five o’clock shadow and an almost permanent scowl on his face.
He was quick-witted and sarcastic, and he had always been able to talk his way out of any situation.
I was tall and thin, with long arms and legs that seemed to have a mind of their own.
My hair was always an unkempt mess, and I had the habit of looking at my feet when I was talking to people.
I’d been told it made me look like I had low self-esteem, but that wasn’t really the case.
I just never knew what to do with my hands when I was talking to someone, so I’d look at my feet instead.
“Did you add the powdered sugar yet?”
I asked Phil as he turned the blender on low.
I watched as the mixture turned from a dull gray to a bright white as he added the sugar to it.
Phil looked at me as if I had asked him if he was wearing clean underwear.
“Of course I added the sugar!”
He scowled at me as he reached for the bag of sugar next to him.
“I already put it in there.”
“Are you sure?”
I asked as I peered over his shoulder at the bag of sugar in question.
It just didn’t look like the powdered sugar that we usually used for our drinks.
Phil grinned at me as he reached down into the bag of sugar and scooped up a handful of the powder.
He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean with a satisfied grin on his face.
“See?”
He said as he held out his hand to me for inspection.
I leaned over to take a closer look at his fingers, but before I could say anything, Phil shoved his hand in my face so that I could smell it for myself.