"It's alive!" I exclaimed.
The creature I had spent years working on was finally finished. With a final jolt of energy, the creature sat up.
"Hey, do you have the time?" the creature asked.
"Yes. It is 3:42 PM," I replied.
"No. It's time for me to give you my number." The creature jumped up and flew through the window.
"Uh-oh..." I muttered.
The creature went from city to city, telling hundreds of pick-up lines.
I caught up with him and told him to stop.
He ignored my request and asked me, "Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you fell from heaven." He dashed away, towards the next city.
I called the air force. They sent out four fighter jets, which all launched rockets and peppered the creature with bullets. He didn't seem wounded at all.
I called in bombers, and they sent bombs down on the creature.
Still no damage.
The creature was getting closer to the city. Growing desperate, we decided to try the emergency tactic: the atomic bomb. We dropped it over the creature, and a cloud engulfed it.
When the cloud cleared away, the scene was a mess. Everything had burned away.
Except for the creature.
"Arrrrgh!"
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. The creature tripped over a rock.
He fell to the ground, and burst into flame.
"Wow... That was easier than I thought..." I said.
I got up and walked back to my lab, where I would make another creature. Hopefully who hasn't heard of pick-up lines.