Greg went to Susie's house today instead of vice versa - they wanted to keep things interesting. He was disappointed to find Susie's house was a dump. He had never felt sorry for the homeless, but his inclination to do so now was greater than ever. Before setting off to Susie's, Greg finished off a lousy portion of Lasagne which had been lying in his kitchen for about 2 weeks - as if he had expected the pasta-based dish to show itself to the bin.
Susie wasn't shocked to see Greg. She was never shocked. And Greg had tried. Greg had tried everything. On this occasion, however, Greg was not prepared to try - scientific experiments were meant for labs, and skips just wouldn't cut it. But Greg didn't seem too hacked off, because Greg thought about things on the way. Important stuff. Greg was important. Susie thought so. Their experiments had so far lasted a month yet their findings remained non-existent. Susie provided the equipment, which as Greg found out today, had been coming from a Surrey rubbish dump - they were essential no doubt, but she certainly wasn't the brains. Cut to Greg doing his Thang! Susie would often remark when Greg was in deep scientific meditation - she liked saying that, and Greg didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.
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