Re: Day 2

> (Sorry this is late... don't spend all day checking mail you
> know...)
(Don't worry - I do, and mine's later!)
Keto's replica was coming on quite well, he had to admit. Of
course, he didn't quite know what it was a replica OF...it definitely
wasn't of him. Still, it had a nice aesthetic side to it.
Sighing, the doctor screwed up the model (as in, into a ball. It
should be self-evident that he'd already screwed up making it), and
grabbed another sheet of the stuff.
"Why couldn't I be shaped more like a sheet of chicken wire?" he
muttered, "At least then this wouldn't be so much of a WASTE OF TIME!"
To while away the time remaining (not long - Kayn had already
completed his model and gone to bed, meaning that Keto was one of the
last ones awake and working), Keto took out his harmonica and tried
it again.
The shout from Kayn of, "Who's playing that smegging thing!?"
quickly put a stop to that.
Keto finally finished his model and grudgingly admitted that there
might be room for improvement, but not time. So he headed off to
bed, only to wake up a few hours later in the morning.