The Kids have discovered the dictionary again. Can you guess what two words were given to me? I'll add them to the bottom of the next instalment, so you can try to make up a little snippet of your own. The only rules are to have fun and no editing. Okay, some. I’ll allow spellings and forgotten punctuation. But I’m trying to get back in the habit of just writing. So, give me a little leniency. Lir sat idle in front of his now whirring obsolete box of metal parts that did not see fit to aid in his quest so close to his deadline. Sure. He could, and an emphasis on probably should move his arse now could, get up and scour the musty shelves of dead trees for the information he needed. Or maybe even bite the bullet and see the wicked witch of the west wing, Professor Shaw, his mentor and employee of this fine and dusty school library. But nope. Here he sat. Lamenting about a deadline due in 4 hours that he had been on the verge of completing before the tin of junk decided to go on stri...