Ya know, like James Bond would've done.
"Oh, I left it on the bus."
The end.
Later tonight, I'll update with more stories about my old fan fiction. Trust me, I have enough of them.
Until our teacher paired us into groups and asked us to write a sequel.
And you could because I did that. I did just that.
Die Another Day.
It's because I had to use one line.
This line was my "Rosebud." My "I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."
And so, to add intrigue, I built the whole thing about Bastion facing down his father, a father who, in the original Oedipus Rex, had torn his own eyes out.
So, when the time came, my indifferent partner and I walked to the front of the class where he sat in a chair, pretending to be blind and pretending not to have this entire thing, and I circled him, spitting my best Post 1995 James Bond dialogue.
"YOU SEE, OEDIPUS REX, YOU CAN'T KILL MY DREAMS, BUT MY DREAMS CAN KILL YOU."
Yes. Creative. That's certainly a way to describe it.