Another strange title. Explanation:
At my job, we work out of a queue system, meaning there's a queue of websites that need to be written, and you go in order from there. After working overtime for a few weeks, we finally got the queues down to zero, meaning there was nothing to do.
Because of this, my now-supervisor, Stephen (whose blog you can read here), sent out a list of ridiculous creative writing prompts to do on company time to keep our creative juices flowing. This was one of them:
A kangaroo has taken the president hostage. His terms for release are the
following:
At my job, we work out of a queue system, meaning there's a queue of websites that need to be written, and you go in order from there. After working overtime for a few weeks, we finally got the queues down to zero, meaning there was nothing to do.
Because of this, my now-supervisor, Stephen (whose blog you can read here), sent out a list of ridiculous creative writing prompts to do on company time to keep our creative juices flowing. This was one of them:
A kangaroo has taken the president hostage. His terms for release are the
following:
This is
Barack Obama, President of the United States of America. The White House has
been overtaken by a group of Australian nationalists, code name Kangaroo. Wait,
it's an actual kangaroo? Really? How did this happen?
I have
been informed that it is just one kangaroo, acting of his own volition, who has
apparently subdued hundreds of trained special agents and overthrown the most
heavily guarded building in the Western Hemisphere. Because he is unable to
speak, since he is indeed a kangaroo, I am to read his demands on-air to the
entire world. Because though he cannot speak, he still does know how to write
for some reason.
Firstly,
stop calling him Kangaroo Jack. He prefers his Christian name, Kevin.
Second
Item: Stop trying to put things in his pouch. That's not for you.
Third: An
endless supply of Dunk-a-Roos.
Fourth:
Exterminate every dingo in the world. One ate his baby.
And
finally, the fifth demand: Meet the previous demands, or Kevin will kick you in
the face.
End
transmission.
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My mother made the comment that I should have had Obama sitting in the pouch of the kangaroo for safekeeping, so I will leave you with that ridiculously amazing image in your head for the rest of the day.
Oh, and BTDubs: Camp NaNoWriMo starts again tomorrow! Oh boy. 10K word count, here I come. Again.
