Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Wabbit requires a Spanner

Lapinette looked at the Wabbit and the Wabbit looked at Lapinette."It's a good thing it doesn't talk, like Turbina," said the Wabbit."What is the nature of the vehicular requirements," said the car. "It does talk!" exclaimed the Wabbit. "I wonder what it's called." Lapinette glanced back at Turbina and winced. "I am the Wabbit On-Board Control," said the car. "Mind if I call you Wob?" asked the Wabbit. "An acronym," said the car, "will process as a nickname." There was a pause. "What would you like to do today?" said the car. The Wabbit looked at Lapinette, shrugged and winked and then turned to speak to Wob. "We'd like to race round and around and then race around the other way," said the Wabbit. "That would be inappropriate in an urban environment," said the car. "Oh, please!" said Turbina in disgust. The Wabbit looked at the car and shook his head sadly. "Do you have my toolkit, Lapinette?" asked the Wabbit. "Is this wise?" asked Lapinette. With both paws, she pulled a kit from the narrow ledge that passed for Turbina's rear seat and passed it to the Wabbit. The Wabbit rummaged and rummaged in the box and finally pulled out the largest spanner he could find. "I may be forced to make a few minor adjustments," he said. Waving the spanner threateningly and grunting furiously, the Wabbit started to hop round the car. "Perhaps some solution may be found. I'll run my fun algorithm," said the car with haste. "Please do that," said the Wabbit. "Fun will commence in twenty minutes,” said Wob finally. “Time for a salad sandwich," said the Wabbit.