[i]'Dear diary,

Last [s]nite[/s] night I had a dream. And it was FRIGGING AWESOME! In it, I was really super duper [s]intelijent[/s] smart and I knew the science and Mr. Philip was there, and he was [s]conlaturating[/s] [s]congraturating[/s] proud of me and my achievements in the science! I was super science-y and cool and I had a lab coat and glasses and stuff that made me look smart. I [s]thout[/s] thought it was real but then my alarm went off and I woke up. :(

Anyway, I gotta go learn the science. Wish me luck, diary!

[s]Sinserly[/s] Sincerely,
Denny. <3'[/i]

With that, Denny closed his diary. He looked around his room, which was a mess due to him rarely cleaning it, and threw on some clothes that smelled half-way decent. Looking into his bathroom mirror, he tousled his hair and made sure his breath smelled good enough before grabbing his flute and heading out the door. He was going to learn the science that day, if it was the last thing he ever did. And, given the fact that APTLLFTS wasn't exactly up to OSHA standards, that was very likely.

Anyhow, Denny got on a tram, humming a random song and ignoring the voice in his head saying 'Welcome. Welcome to City 17.' as the tram got closer to his office. Soon enough, it was time for Denny to get off, and that he did, taking in the scenic city. He admired the ambient noises of muggings-in-progress, cars honking and people yelling, and he especially enjoyed the lovely smell of rat feces and french fries from the McDonalds across the road. After taking in the city, Denny walked to the lab.

"Hellooooooo, laboratory!" Denny exclaimed, looking around the lab. The employees here ranged from normal people like himself to creatures and machines he never even dreamed of seeing in his lifetime. Anyhow, everyone ignored him, and went about their business. As Denny walked around, he remembered a scene from his first day. He was lounging around by the water cooler, as he assumed most people in offices do because he saw it on an office sitcom, when he saw someone who was somehow both frozen and on fire ran past him, screaming. Tailing that person was a bear. It was also frozen and on fire.

"Huh," Denny said, taking a sip from his cup and continuing to act casual, like everyone else. He assumed it was a normal occurrence around the office, and he didn't want to be 'that guy' on the first day.

Soon enough, Denny was done reminiscing, and walked to his cubicle. It was decorated with motivational posters with cats, albums of Denny's favorite flute-based musicians (as you can probably guess, Jethro Tull was pretty much the only band up there), and a computer which Denny never used. He didn't even know if it worked. Maybe someday he'll find out. Anyhow, after a few minutes, Denny heard a blood-curdling yell from someone. Denny didn't even flinch. He was getting good at this whole 'ignoring the abnormalities' thing. Besides, if he remembered correctly (a rare occasion), it was the Ork, Worogoro.

With nothing to do, Denny pulled out his flute and began to play Locomotive Breath by, you guessed it, Jethro Tull.