Several long minutes staring awkwardly at the watch.
"So. You talk. They said so. Not so much how, though. How are you lonely, if wirelessly connected?"
"I let you in on ah secret, mon. The boss mon went to the govoment and explained your job so well, dat dey gave you us! We been hooked up wit tom cray emotional generators, and we use dem whenever we get da chance, mon.Jim walked into the office. Another boring day.
"Hey guyth. Wotcha doing?" he says, in his trademark lisp.
He walks up to the bulletin board to look for a job while he was off-duty.
"Thisth seemsth nithe."
Take the comedian job.
If you can't understand the lisp or you just think it's rude and unfunny, just tell me and I'll stop.
((It's fine. It reminds me of my own lisp.))
Jim ignored you talking to your watch, and writes down the address of Al's Comedy Club on his hand. He bounds down the steps to the ground floor, and hops on his bike.
No, not a motorbike.
Nor a Road Bike.
Nor a Mountain Bike.
His sister's old bike.
As he's strapping on his helmet, his watch starts laughing, causing him to fall off. Damn Emotional watches....
MEANWHILE:
Turns slowly to watch Jim enter and examine the bulletin board.
Looking at the same jobs. Talking to my watch.
Frowns at the comedian job. Decides to take Pizza delivery job.
You sigh, and grab the tag with the address from the Poster, and head down the stairs after Jim.
You watch as he gets on a hot-pink bike with tassels, and immediately falls off of it.
Hah. What a dork.
You get into your Volkswagen Beetle and start driving off to your destination.
"Ey mon. Why don you feed that strip to me?"