Radcliff is walking home from his morning shift at the sealed air factory.
His hobbies are video games and sleeping, so he is ready to touch down on his bed.
In the masses of people Grant is walking to work, after getting butchered by his dentist he is still a bit dazed.
Grant likes reading books and working.
The two of them meet in a shoulder to shoulder collision, or put more simple they bumped into each other.
They are two complete opposites, like they both live on another side of a magnet.
“Excuse me!” Grant shouts at Radcliff, who doesn’t hear him because he’s listening to music with his headphones.
Radcliff is standing in front of Grant staring a bit, almost dozing off to sleep Grant knocks the headphones of his head and wakes him up again.
“Hey! Not cool.” He shouts.
“Someone ought to teach you a lesson!” Grant says in a oddly sounding way due to his anesthetics.
They both have the same impulse and their right hand fingers lock and form a fist.
Holding their thumbs up in the air, they did some flexing to loosen their thumbs.
They began their thumb wrestling match, their thumbs moving side to side trying to pin down the other.
Grant shouts “Pick battles big enough to matter, but small enough to win.”
Radcliff needs some thinking which gives him a cramping thumb, “Jonathan Kozol!” he screams.
He managed to save himself from being pinned down by Grant.
“Either war is obsolete, or men are.” Radcliff says.
Grant replies “George Eliot” with lightning speed.
Sweat is dripping from their foreheads as the match progresses.
“Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.” Grant taunts.
Radcliff knows this one, and with some stuttering in his voice he shouts “Buck..minster Fuller.”
They are both becoming tired and Radcliff almost pinned down Grant.
Suddenly someone says “Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee agreed to have a battle; For Tweedle Dum said Tweedle Dee had spoiled his nice new rattle.”
There is a moment of silence and the match is paused and their thumbs are sticking up in the air.
They are both trying to figure out who’s quote it was.
“Lewis Carroll” The other person said.
They look up from their thumb wrestling arena and see a giant two headed sumo wrestler in pink tank top standing next to them the rest of the street seems to be deserted.
They call it even and both go home, today they both experienced the bad parts of being sleep deprived and high on anesthetics.
His hobbies are video games and sleeping, so he is ready to touch down on his bed.
In the masses of people Grant is walking to work, after getting butchered by his dentist he is still a bit dazed.
Grant likes reading books and working.
The two of them meet in a shoulder to shoulder collision, or put more simple they bumped into each other.
They are two complete opposites, like they both live on another side of a magnet.
“Excuse me!” Grant shouts at Radcliff, who doesn’t hear him because he’s listening to music with his headphones.
Radcliff is standing in front of Grant staring a bit, almost dozing off to sleep Grant knocks the headphones of his head and wakes him up again.
“Hey! Not cool.” He shouts.
“Someone ought to teach you a lesson!” Grant says in a oddly sounding way due to his anesthetics.
They both have the same impulse and their right hand fingers lock and form a fist.
Holding their thumbs up in the air, they did some flexing to loosen their thumbs.
They began their thumb wrestling match, their thumbs moving side to side trying to pin down the other.
Grant shouts “Pick battles big enough to matter, but small enough to win.”
Radcliff needs some thinking which gives him a cramping thumb, “Jonathan Kozol!” he screams.
He managed to save himself from being pinned down by Grant.
“Either war is obsolete, or men are.” Radcliff says.
Grant replies “George Eliot” with lightning speed.
Sweat is dripping from their foreheads as the match progresses.
“Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.” Grant taunts.
Radcliff knows this one, and with some stuttering in his voice he shouts “Buck..minster Fuller.”
They are both becoming tired and Radcliff almost pinned down Grant.
Suddenly someone says “Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee agreed to have a battle; For Tweedle Dum said Tweedle Dee had spoiled his nice new rattle.”
There is a moment of silence and the match is paused and their thumbs are sticking up in the air.
They are both trying to figure out who’s quote it was.
“Lewis Carroll” The other person said.
They look up from their thumb wrestling arena and see a giant two headed sumo wrestler in pink tank top standing next to them the rest of the street seems to be deserted.
They call it even and both go home, today they both experienced the bad parts of being sleep deprived and high on anesthetics.
