"Of all the things you could have snatched from ol' Doc Harper's place!" Raymond shouts. "Oh, no -- you don't find a stethoscope or a pair of those giant tweezer-scizzors --""Hemostats," Michael corrects."-- whatever! Simon brings out a busted radio. Geez," Raymond snorts with disgust.But Simon knows exactly what he's doing. "It's not busted. You're just not holding the antennas right."Michael pushes his glasses up and gushes, "Golly, Simon! How should we hold them?"Raymond pushes Michael aside. "Whaddaya mean 'we'? I'm the one what wants to see it work," he trumpets. "You show me." He snatches the two "antennas" from Simon."Okay, okay! No need to get sore," Simon croons. "Just hold one to each ear while I adjust the volume knob. It might be a bit loud when I flip the switch."
The caption for this week's SCPP prompt says "Claude Beck's early defibrillator." I offer these 135 words for all the boys who grew up to become evil scientists ... click the photo to visit the prompt and link up.