This one is something I just had to do... I don't know where it was born or what created the inspiration for it, but I do know that it has to be the most hillarious thing ever concieved... I hope.Full Summary (Just in Case):
A catch phrase many are familiar with. A character that defines what it means to be a super genius nerd trapped in an uncoordinated body for all time. Life won't be the same for our Scoobies.Disclaimer: All characters belong to their respective owners. This author is not Joss Whedon, nor is he the man responsible for the creation of the character who is about to make the Scoobies lives miserable beyond all reckoning... I can't tell you who does own him because. SHHHHH. It's a Surprise.
The room looked like a disaster had struck – like a large group of demons and vampires had broke in and trashed the place while drunk or high on something – the sight was something that left many of the current occupants of the castle wondering if they’d just stepped into one of those punk shows on t-v.
There really wasn’t much that could be said for what had actually happened. It all started innocently enough when the new technical engineer for the IWC arrived to work on their electronic hardware systems.
He’d started by ripping out the phone lines when he mistakenly thought they belonged to the hard drives. Then he’d tried to fix it all by re-wiring some of them and plugging them back in as if nothing had happened.
This resulted in a feedback loop wherein every time someone tried to use the phone the computers would start blaring the Canadian National Anthem. Following this blunder the technician had quickly started working on installing new protective circuits and promptly chose to ignore the first problem.
Unfortunately this just spiraled down into an even greater quagmire of disasters on a technological stand point until the lights shut down, the computers exploded, the hard drives in their secured location melted after being exposed to fires hot enough to burn through cement and of course in the end – the very end – the toaster burnt out.
The heads of the prestigious IWC could not believe what had happened just from letting one lowly human in to do some consultation work for them.
Standing tangled in wires and various other nick-knacks with some of his tools laying scattered about the room, the African-American man smiled sheepishly and put on his best apologetic face.
Then he uttered a phrase that would go down in the annals of history as being the worst possible thing to say to a group of pissed off Slayers and their allies. “Did I do that?”The End First Time