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Word for word is a fun improv game where each improver says one word until everyone has said a word. Then you repeat. You attempt to form sentences and then whole stories. This is a similar concept, except not nearly as good, due mostly to the fact that we do not get enough traffic to make it necessary.
John Wethersby looked in the mirror and didn't like what he saw. It wasn't that there was anything peculiar about the oblong face and half crooked smile that always greeted him in the morning, it was just that ... well you see the night prior John dreamed he was an astronaut, playing a guitar, and eating ice cream in an attempt to get in the Guinness book of world records and thought as he woke, "Well maybe today" and rushed to the mirror. When he arrived all John saw was, well, John; Boring John Wethersby from 762 Counterburogh Lane, destined to work at the local Super-K never amounting to anything more than the pile of fish sticks he would soon sell at a discount to a retired military amputee.
Unbeknownst to John Wethersby from 762 Counterburogh Lane, Super K had been the victim of an unfortunate accident involving a truck full of milk and a local gang of ruffians. Since this accident was unbeknownst to John, he was very puzzled when he arrived at work to find it much wetter than usual, and a great deal more white than he believed was usual. John walked up to his now very irate boss, to ask about the changes that had apparently been made the night before.
"This is a most unexpected change in decor, sir. Is there any particular motivation?" John Wethersby asked.
"Bah! Ya think I was goin' fer this disgusting... Just, clean it up!" the fuming boss, Kent, bellowed at no one in particular.
So, the local resident at 762 Counterburogh Lane set off for the janitorial closet, to soothe his seething superior. Maybe tomorrow, it will happen John thought to himself as he wound his way through the overstuffed aisles of the Super-K.
The next day was Tuesday, the day on which John Wethersby normally woke up early and walked to the end of his beautifully dull, gray-colored driveway and checked his mail. Tuesday was similar to every other day in John Wethersby's life in that this is what John Wethersby did every day. Excepting Sunday's which were, while not quite as out of place as milk covered Mondays, postless and, therefore, very peculiar days for John Wethersby. However, this particular morning, John Wethersby noticed something that was even more bizarre than an upturned milk truck. A small green man seemed to have lodged himself inside of John Wethersby's mailbox. John Wethersby's reaction to the small green man, who looked very uncomfortably situated inside of the mailbox for 762 Counterburogh Lane, was almost as peculiar as the green man himself: nothing. Because in the life of John Wethersby, a little green man in a mailbox does not mean an excitingly dangerous life changing voyage. It meant that John was dreaming. Had John known that the little green man was in fact a reality and the very same little green man had a very odd connection to the milk truck incident the day before and that he, John Wethersby, was in fact about to embark on an excitingly dangerous life changing voyage, perhaps his reaction would have been different. But who knows? Had another man with a more exciting life opened the same mailbox, he might have killed the little green man and his mystery would have been left to mold inside a boring old mailbox.
However,
John decided to become a little more exciting. After all, he was dreaming, so he could do what he wants, right? He places his hand in front of the little green man and says, "Get on." The little green man does so, carefully, and they proceed to attempt building a spaceship out of a refrigerator box, Lego, a few milk cartons, and a piano. With John's newfound excitement, and the LGM's ingenuity, they fly off to the moon. When they arrive, they realize that the moon's Super-K has also had an accident, with a sattelite full of milk and a gang of martians. But John Wethersby does not want to live his former, boring life here on the moon as well, so
