*BEEP BEEP*
What is that incessant noise?
*BEEP BEEP*
Wait! That's your alarm clock! You reach over and slam you hand onto your alarm clock. The damn thing finally shuts off. Sleep still in your eyes, you look over at the clock. Wait.... "7:45?? Fuck! I'm late!" You jump out of bed and quickly put on your clothes. Not bothering to get breakfast, you rush out the door and into the car.
It takes you about a half hour to reach your workplace. "Why are all the fuckin lights red when you're in a rush?" you grumble as you sprint out of your car and into the building.
Let us take a moment to introduce you. Your name is John. You are 25 years old, and are working as an intern to the largest lab coorperation in the world: Cattech. No one really knows why it's called Cattech, but that doesn't matter to you at the moment.
"John!" shouts your irate boss. "You're over an hour late! I should fire you!"
You clumsily put on your lab coat as he yells at you. "I know, Dr. Hellsir! I'm sorry!"
"That's the third time you've been late in a month! If your inexperienced ass manages to chalk up a fourth, you'll be out of a job! Understand?!"
"Yes, sir! I'm sorry. It won't happen again!"
"Good! Now hurry up. I have you scheduled to examine a new experiment. Go down to lab #365. And be careful. They're experimenting with using magic on wormholes."
"Really? Wasn't Rob supposed to be the one examining the experiment?"
"Rob came down with a highly contagious virus. And as inexperianced as you are, all the other employees are already booked. So hurry up!"
"Of course!" You finish putting on your lab coat and rush down to lab #365.
"Jesus Christ, you're late!" says one employee as you enter.
"I know. But I'm here now, so just... get on with the experiment" you say.
You are in the middle of a huge, almost empty laboratory. There's about 15 scientist standing around the room, each one of them doing a different job. In the middle of the room is a giant portal. It looked kind of scary, but you couldn't afford to run away. Your boss would have your head. Beside the portal there is a tall, elderly man in a cloak. He was holding a large book with some of his own scribbling in it. But... they looked smudged!
The wizard raised his hand to the portal and began muttering something under his breath. A light shot out of his hand and into the portal. The portal made a loud bang and expelled some sort of yellowish light! You were knocked out.
When you woke up, the portal was gone, and the scientist were all scattered, talking to each other in befuddlement. The magician was in the corner, beside you, sadly looking at his notes. "Damn, I knew I should've worked on my handwriting."
"What... what just happened?" you quietly ask him, rubbing your head.
"I messed up the spell. I accidentally created a new force. One that'll grant any wish to anyone."
"What?"
"I'm calling it Lionscript."
You think for a moment. You have a lot of questions.
"How does that even work?"
"Well... basically, you simply say something like 'Lionscript, make me a sandwich' or 'Lionscript, turn me blue' and it happens." An sandwich appears in the wizard's hand and he also turns blue.
You think for a moment again. Then you say:
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