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SUBMIT A DEVIATION ABOUT "THE HORRIBLE LIFE OF MR SNIPPY" IN WHATEVER MEDIUM YOU ARE EXCELLENT AT!
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The Horrible Life of SnippyHe was trudging. He always looked down upon people the moment they reacted badly to his gait. His manner of transportation was that of a noble stock, many great men of history had trudged. Whether through mud, or swamps, or radioactive sludge mattered not. The walk was an art, a finely honed craft of one foot after the other.
Trudging was a poignant portrayal of the horrible life of Mr. Snippy.
The ordeal was common, this time they were headed in the direction of the old Annet building, though only heaven knew why. Wait, screw that, Captain probably... maybe he should ask.
"Captain, would you say heaven is in on the conspiracy? You know, about the moon landing?"
"Preposterous son! The current understanding between god and I is that he had with Nietzsche so long ago, I don't bother him and he messes not with me! Now, where is my coffee?"
"Ummm, we lost it. You used it to kill cancer sir...
The Horrible life of Mr. Snippy"Now, my minions, I have missions for you all."
Snippy looked up, despondent and slightly apprehensive. Captain's missions never went very well. He thought back to the time Captain had tried to bond Private's brain to a giant computer that just happened to control some horrible war machines. That had been messy. Poor Private. Well, he's in a better place now, hopefully.
"Engineer!" The Captain called, "You are to build me an army of Robots from the Wreckage of that flying Saucer!"
Then snippy began to feel scared. Engineer always got the easiest missions, and this would be impossible. He had to say something.
"Captain, you know that the saucer is less than dust, right? You can't make robots from microscopic particles!"
"Nonsense, Mr Snippy, he shall be making Nano-bots!"
"Yes, my Captain!" Engineer said, ever eager to please. He donned his backpack and left without another word.
"Captain!" Snippy knew he had to end this folly now. "Engineer can't make Nano-bots! I don't know if he's ev