“Honey, is it on?”
“What?” she shouted from across our room.
“The box i brought home last night.” I shouted back, my thoughts scrupulously wandering across every bizarre universe you can think of. Oh! universe? Wierd.
I could almost hear a faint sound of metal striking mind.
“I think the fuse’s burnt” she said with an air of expertise.
“Was this important?” she asked almost waiting to devour my answer.
“Yes, it was a gift.” i replied almost sadly.
“The aliens that visited our house last night. They said it was some kind of an idea box that was gifted to them by aliens that visited their house.”
“Ohh , i think we should pass it on too” she suggested.