Post by Graham Hills on Jan 19, 2007 15:39:47 GMT
Graham materialised in the room out of no where. He emptied his coat, revealling loads of shopping items. It had been a busy day... Some guard recognised him, and tried to stop him from leaving the shop. Graham had to make a quick escape, otherwise someone would have to get hurt.
"All that for a loaf of bread," Graham complained to himself.
Suddenly, Graham fell into a trance. He held his head, as if suffering from a huge headache.
A war? At the devil's advocates? How interesting...
The vision soon left Graham's miond though, as he busied himself with making toast.
He put two slices of bread on the table, pointed his staff at it, and heated the bread in a matter of moments.
"Blast!" He shouted out, once he discovered he had cooked them too much. He preferred soft toast.
Ah well.
Graham waved his staff, and a knife, a tub of butter, and a pot of marmite got to work at making Graham's toast for him.
Once done, the butter and marmite found their way back into their original places, while the knife washed itself with the help of the cloth, and put itself back.
Graham then picked up his toast and took a bite out of it.
Mmmm...
"All that for a loaf of bread," Graham complained to himself.
Suddenly, Graham fell into a trance. He held his head, as if suffering from a huge headache.
A war? At the devil's advocates? How interesting...
The vision soon left Graham's miond though, as he busied himself with making toast.
He put two slices of bread on the table, pointed his staff at it, and heated the bread in a matter of moments.
"Blast!" He shouted out, once he discovered he had cooked them too much. He preferred soft toast.
Ah well.
Graham waved his staff, and a knife, a tub of butter, and a pot of marmite got to work at making Graham's toast for him.
Once done, the butter and marmite found their way back into their original places, while the knife washed itself with the help of the cloth, and put itself back.
Graham then picked up his toast and took a bite out of it.
Mmmm...