Seventeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas has a package!  It is very large and it is wrapped up all nicely on his driveway, blocking the passage of any cars.  He wonders momentarily what he could have possibly gotten back until realizing that he only has one 'possession' that's shaped like this.  After spending about twenty minutes carefully removing it from its packaging, Lucas beams at the extremely odd . . . thing.]

Hi.  It's nice to see you again.

[With that, he gets on.  And is instantly dragged away.]

W-Wha . . . Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  S-S-Slowwww d-doooooown!

[He hangs on for dear life.
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table is rampaging around the town!  Lucas has forgotten how to control this thing and is liable to smash into anybody and everything.  It's a little smaller than a car and seats four.  Here is a picture although it's larger than that in canon.  Here is a video demonstrating it running things over.]

Sorry!  . . .   Ah, get out of the way! . . .   I-I'll heal you later . . . !   Tea Table!   You've got to calm down!

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

It feels just like the real thing. . . . Do you think it would work if I tried to heal you?

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

Maybe. We'll find out the next time I get myself into a mess.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. Just let me know.

. . . Oh! I could ask my table to run you over right now if you'd like.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

. . .

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . That, um. Was a joke too.

. . .

Sorry.

[an-zero.livejournal.com]

[Zero ruffles Lucas's hair and walks off.]

Work on your jokes a bit more, kid.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Bye, Mr. Zero.

[Lucas fluffs his hair back into place and blushingly waves the man goodbye.]