09-12-2014, 02:34 AM
Finishing the last of his chocolate milk, Todd thought for a moment. He put the glass down and shook his head, then seemed to reconsider. "Actually...you mentioned something about an...appall ply?" He tried, obviously meaning apple pie, but getting it wrong. A puzzled look crossed his features for a moment. "No, that's not right...aerial fly? No, no, it was...snap ball spy? Augh, that's not it, either!" He was getting frustrated at himself. The way he was "programmed" so to speak was such that his memory should never fail him. Another way that I am a failure, I suppose...
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