2nd - A bigger boa- I mean ship

"You know, something about this doesn't feel right to me." I looked at the so call 'fastest ship' made by the same race as the brown fuzzball beside me and questioned my reality. I mean, this is real right?

The "Bridger Light", whoever named it has a pretty good naming sense in my book. But looking at it physically, it's only a small cruiser ship that three cat-dogs can ride on. Note the word: CAT-DOGS.

"Erm, I don't know what you are thinking about, but it's Neonlapis."

"Too long, cat-dog it is."

"But my name is shorter?"

"Sorry, no take-backs." Anyway, going back onto my previous train of thought...

"We need a bigger boa- I mean ship. This one is way too small to fit even Arie." That was close, almost made an out-of-date joke there. I wander if the cat-dog race even thought about bringing an ally way bigger than themselves using this ship. And now I'm starting to wander if they are all idiots like (most of) our cats and dogs.

"Well... I didn't think that I would be bringing something as big as you." Yep, they're idiots.

"*sigh* We are using my ship then." Trying to stop myself from breaking my face with my palm, I head back indoors with Arie. Left alone, cat-dog only followed behind me.

"You have a ship?" Cat-dog asking such an obviously-answered question.

"Don't everyone have a ship?" What? Why are you looking at me like that? Not you too Arie!?

"Despite the fact that professor is a prodigy in achieving whatever he wants, he's an idiot when it come to things he's not interested in and just assumes whatever he thinks. A stubborn narcissist, if you like." Hey Arie! What the hell are you saying?!

"I see, a stubborn narcissist."

"What the hell are you saying?!"

"Why do I only get a live retort?!"

Like this, we continued through the house. Passing the strangely average corridor again (Oh man, the goosebumps), we advanced into the living room.

"Where are we going?" What a stupid question, to get the ship of course. But I can't keep reacting to everything this cat-dog says, it's getting more and more irritating to retort.

Now past the basement door, we arrive at the entrance to the garage. What use is a garage if you don't park your vehicle in it? Especially when you got a twin-turbo electromagnetic generators with alloy-combined haul and nano-technologically constructed atom-perfect screen and-

"Professor. Sorry to interrupt your little description monologue there but can you open the ship for us before you go into another one of your prideful moments?" Damn it, now I don't feel it describing it again. What is with everyone today, interrupting my interior monologue all the time.

"Fine, here." I took the ship's keys from the hooks on the wall and click the 'open' button on the key. The ship blinks twice, meaning it's unlocked. Arie and cat-dog went on-board first, leaving me out here continuing my interior monologue. I also realise that I may need a better vehicle security than a regular car alarm.

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Oh, and erm, the ship's name is Jetson On-song. It was the first thing that popped up in my mind so...

"Come on professor, I can't start the ship without you." I guess I'll just abandon my train of thought into the depths of my mind and get going, before I go mad with whatever I'm thinking about again. Man, still remember that one train of thought that almost drove me into a never-ending coma, literally.

Anyway, I got on my ship, inserted the key, verified my hand-prints, started up the engine and yadeyadeyada...

"We got everything for the trip right?" I asked Arie.

"Current and reserved preserved food, all packed in the PD." That's pocket dimension by the way.

"What's PD?"

"I already explained it in my head."

"What? Bu-" No time explaining it again, I interrupted cat-dog.

"Now, TO ADVENTURE!!" I broken through the roof and warped into the far, far universe. Though most of my house was ruined, half by me and half by cat-dog, next time, I'm going through the garage door instead of the roof.

---------------Meanwhile---------------

||SOME RANDOM LOCAL NEWS||

"The reports showed an unknown object, presumed to be a two metre long meteorite, crashing into the local neighbourhood at the time of 3:53. The object was soon discovered to have landed on the property of Theor Less, super-genius scientist, all-purpose inventor, founder of the multi-national corporation 'Boreless' and internet celebrity. Fortunately, it appears that Mr. Less was not present at the time of the crash as evident from his newest, strange tweeter post: 'Cya gays im off to teh end of teh wrld!', as usual."

||SOME OTHER SHOWS||

"What do you make of this?" (Host)

"What can I make of this? Nothing. Most of the posts that Theor Less has posted had something to do with whatever he was currently doing. MOST. Remember that post from last month? 'Puppie's alive, with kawaii face'. What the hell that means, not something I would ever know." ('expert' 1)

"Well, the internet has theorised that he somehow found a way to actually go the the end of the world like the post says. Slightly absurd if you ask me." ('expert' 2)

"Slightly absurd? Yes. But not impossible. This is Theor Less we are talking about." ('expert' 3)

"I guess you're right/Yeah." ('expert' 1 and 2)

...

What idiots. I already found a way to the end of the world ages ago. Actually, first of all, why the hell is there a show about analysing my tweets anyway? They're normal! I even tried typing them like a normal teenager does it. Everyone should understand that, can't they?