I never finish what I start. I've learned

I never finish what I start. I've learned to accept that about myself in old age. Well, I shouldn't say never...there was this one instance...

A very long time ago, before you or your sister were born. Even before I had met your mother, I knew this girl named Jenny. Honestly, I thought I would spend the rest of my life w-

"Jenny! What are you doing here?!" "Well, apparently I was in a romcom and apparently that's grounds for damnation." "I'm in Hell?!" "You always were slow, Ted. It was the salmon."

"We get comfortable," Jenny replied simply. "We're going to be here for a while, after all." She smirked. Ted shook his head. How could she smile at a time like this?

As hostages, they were at the mercy of the terrorists as they ransacked the village and gathered all the food nearby. Suddenly, the sound of

heavy artillery and tank fire mingled with the drone of aircraft and noise of explosions. The terrorists panicked and fled in all directions, unaware it was just Tommy on his Xbox

controlled 50 ton mechanized armour. It's amazing what a little tinkering and a truckload of lego pieces can become. As the terrorists fled before him, Tommy scaled back his weapon

As Mr. Roboto approached, walking like an elephant. "Hiya", he said. Tommy said "Hiya" back. Mr. Roboto was creepy to look at close up. His smartphone beeped so loud it gave humans

culprit freeze and they would fall on the ground with hands clasped behind their heads even if they weren't perps. Mr. Roboto commiserated, as he had some kind of PTSD himself.