“Pater would you mind terribly grabbing hold of the end of this please?”
“First Leonardo pray tell what it is if I may be so bold as to ask?”
“Oh this is merely one of my new inventions I’m working on, namely a lightsaber. The reason I ask you to clasp it thus is that presently, and despite much thought, I am at odds with myself as to its very purpose no less.”
“So then Leonardo, you merely wish that I grab the light beam you hold out before me? It is just a ray of fluorescent coloured ‘light’ then – I cannot see too much harm in that. OK I shall. Here we go……”
“Cripes pater it seems that I was afflicted with a mild, unaccountable twitch just at the very moment you took to hold the end of my lightsaber and I have, albeit by accident, severed your right hand – most neatly I might add – leaving you with nothing more than a stump spouting a veritable fountain of blood. Swift action needs be taken as I suspect you will be off to meet your maker in just a few moments.”
“Leonardo I fear I am a goner son – have you any magic tricks up your sleeve?”
“Well pater I have long since been working on ideas for a food freezing unit which will, I surmise, be a necessity for freezing said right hand prior to reattachment to said stump as well as a pamphlet on the means and potential benefits of micro-surgery a positive necessity for to effect such reattachment. However, I suspect that without a tourniquet to stem the bleed there is little that can be done to save you. You see such a thing as a tourniquet is not even a work in progress at this time. Sorry about that pater.”
“I had so many manuscripts to pen today…..now this. Farewell Leonardo.”
“Dash rotten luck pater.”
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