alarm

_noisome noisome noisome noisome ..._ The contraption sat in a corner of Martin's workbench muttering to itself and emitting noxious fumes, which of course was fitting. _noisome noisome noisome_ What was supposed to be a talking and sweet-smelling alarm clock had not turned out the way Martin had planned. _noisome noisome noisome_ "Back to the drawing board" he complained. _noisome noisome noisome_ He pulled up his chair and started sketching on a virginal piece of A1 paper. _noisome noisome noisome_ "*shut up*" he screamed at the machine, which reacted by exploding and blasting a football sized crater into the bench. Martin was thrown back but largely unhurt. The next day the military came knocking.

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