A Delinquent Gets an Internship

Chapter 12

“Cool.” the delinquent slowly said. He was the sector’s newest citizen and was unfamiliar to living in a large city such as this. They didn’t have the strange gadgetry or people like cadets and medics where he grew up. There were a lot more open spaces and nature where he came from, this place seemed crowded and unappealing. However, he basically had to come here; he applied for an internship as the official’s bodyguard. If he did great, it could mean a well-paying job.

He had a dark tan skin tone and a mess of orange hair. He was of somewhat scrawny build but strong in character, optimistic and easy going. He didn’t enjoy the fact that he had to start working, but he had a good feeling about this job, even if he’d rather be with his friends back home. Apparently he needed to start earning some money, at least according to his family.

He tried to make some money with a previous job, but he quickly found out that that job was just too complicated and tiresome. His previous boss was a total jerk, and most of the time all he did was cater to a giant marine creature. Actually his friends were a bunch of jerks. He began to realize that maybe he did have it better off now.

“Cool.” he said to himself.

He waltzed through the city wearing a pair of swimming trunks and sandals, but little did he know that outfits like this were forbidden in this sector. The official happened to walk past the delinquent in the street and was confounded.

He walked up to the young man and hollered, “Hey kid! Do you realize that you are in violation of the dress code here!?”

All the delinquent had to say was, “Cool.”

“What? Do you think that’s funny!? Well I don’t take kindly to funny business around here! No one around here would take pleasure in your attire unless there was oatmeal on the tracks!” yelled the official. “Now if you excuse me, I have to find my new intern bodyguard.”

“Cool.” said the teenager.

“Wait a second! You’re the intern, aren’t you!?” the official said with a worried look on his face.

The delinquent nodded his head and said; “Tasty tasty.” and took a large bite out of his cinnamon roll. “Want some?” he held it out to the official, whom the intern seemed to have no problem that this official happened to be a large scaly blue reptilian humanoid. He lurched in disgust at the sight of the cinnamon pastry.

“Get that away from me!” the official shouted, “I’m highly allergic to cinnamon! Get it away from me!’ he pleaded. The intern cocked one eyebrow, grinned, and proceeded to feed the official the rest of the cinnamon roll.

An hour later…

“What happened this time?” the official groaned.

“Cinnamon, of course.” a medic chuckled, “We’re getting much better at extracting it from your system, but perhaps you should reconsider before eating it in the first place.”

“I didn’t want to eat it, that delinquent made me!” the official snarled.

“Oh yes, about him, he’s in your office building making up laws, pretending to be you. It’s actually kind of hilarious” the medic laughed to himself. Then over the intercom came a familiar voice, it was the intern with a brand new law.

“What’s up party people? Enjoying these new laws as much as I am? Sweet! I now decree that all medics get the day off!” he said jauntily. The medic stood still for a moment, looking up at the intercom. Then he looked at the official, snickered, and ran out the door.

“Wait! I think I still have some cinnamon in me!” he growled.

Another hour later…

“Huh? Oh man… how long was I out?” asked the dazed official to the unfamiliar medic that was in the corner of the room. The medic looked over at the official and smiled to himself. He then took off his mask to reveal that he was actually the orange-haired delinquent that has been bringing grief upon the official the entire day. “What are you doing here!!?” shrieked the official.

“I thought you’d like to finish the last bite of that cinnamon roll I was feeding you.” said the delinquent.

“No! I won’t eat it! Why must you keep torturing me? You’re ruining my life!” cried the official.

“Cool.” said the laid back teenager.

The official crawled out the window and climbed up to the roof of the medical building, as he had done before. A bird shaped aircraft was flying overhead and the official made a jump for it. He grasped his claws on the cargo door and made himself comfortable. Then he crawled inside and looked down at his sector through a window.

“Hello, mister official!” the pilot said.

“Hi, friend, where’s this flying contraption going?” he asked.

“Why, anywhere or when you want to go.” the pilot said smoothly.

“So…I guess this must be one of those time machines I’ve heard so much about and if this really is a time machine, then that means you’re a time machine pilot” the official figured proudly.

“My reputation precedes me.” the pilot smiled.

“Yeah, but if the time machine worked, then I wouldn’t have had to climb to the roof of the medical building and into this aircraft, right?” the official asked proudly.

“Yes, that’s called a time travel paradox.” the pilot declared.

“So this thing can’t go back in time?” the official sighed.

“Nope, but we can both just sit here, and talk to each other, awkwardly. Maybe thumb wrestle.” the pilot offered.

“I’d like that.” the official decided.

Meanwhile back at the sector…

“Cool. Hey everybody! I, the new official, declare this sector to be the party sector! Everybody put on a smile and let the awesomeness begin!” the announcement was made. This actually was just what the sector needed, a reason for celebration after the many mistakes and failures of the old official.

The girl with feathery black hair and glasses was standing in front of the hospital directory looking for the official’s room. She was approached by one of the medics.

“You’re that dissident the official is always talking about, aren’t you?” the medic asked.

“I suppose.” she stated.

“Surely you like this new official better than the old one. He called me on my cell phone, and he wants to party!” the medic said, emphasizing both syllables in the word party.

“You think so, wouldn’t you? Anybody would seem to be a better official than the old one.” she sighed. The medic seemed confused.

She looked at him and stated, “I am not pleased.”

The medic was stunned by this statement. He, like most medics, lived for mischief, pranks, shenanigans, and parties. This official was great. How could anyone not think he was the coolest?

“Do you think this official is cool? Say yes!” he shouted.

“Tell me where the old official went, he needs to be reinstated. He may be an incompetent idiot, but a sector can’t be party themed. It would simply ridiculous, there would be no order.” she explained.

“I love parties.” the medic avowed, “I can’t let you ruin this.”

Meanwhile back on the aircraft…

The official stared at the pilot. “Well… are we going to do anything?”

The pilot replied, “Nope, but we can both just sit here, and talk to each other, awkwardly. Maybe thumb wrestle.”

“I can’t handle this nonsense any longer!” bellowed the official. He then jumped out of the cargo door, but as he was falling, he saw the exact same aircraft he just jumped out of beneath him.

He grabbed the cargo door of the aircraft, confused as to what just happened. As he crawled into the aircraft, he looked at the pilot.

“Hello, mister official!” the pilot said. The official now felt unwell. He wanted an explanation for what he just experienced.

“Don’t you just love paradoxes?” asked the pilot. The official screamed. The pilot then asked, “You okay?”

“I don’t know.” responded the official

The pilot said, “Oh, well…this ride ain’t for everybody.”

Meanwhile back at the hospital…

She kicked the medic straight on and sent him into the stairs. He got up after a few moments and pointed to the windows. “The party has already begun.” he explained. The girl looked at the windows and saw that the medic was correct. There was confetti everywhere. The medics stood guard of the official’s building, with party streamers and noise makers in their hands. Anyone who wasn’t of the party loving persuasion who came near the building was escorted out of the sector. The medics sent small groups whose job it was to start conga lines. It was true; the sector had indeed become the party sector.

“He can’t be an official. He’s supposed to be an intern! How will this party lover handle the sector’s laws and finances?” she asked angrily.

“Who cares? Parties are cool!” the medic concluded as he ran outside to join the others for fun and excitement. As everyone was partying outside, the girl noticed an aircraft that was hovering above the hospital. The craft started to slowly turn towards the crowd of people, and then began to plummet.

The aircraft was gaining speed as it fell towards the crowd, and nobody even noticed it because they were too busy enjoying the new ways of their sector. The dissident girl didn’t know what to do. Most of the population of the sector was about to be crushed by an unusual aircraft and they didn’t even know it was coming. The girl was bewildered as to why the ship’s pilot would do something this insane. Then she found her answer when she saw who was actually piloting the craft…

It was the official. He put on a menacing grin as he was about to crash his newly supplied ship that he forcefully obtained into the crowd of party goers. One of the people among the crowd was the delinquent who made himself the new official. He glanced at the craft that was heading towards him and said, “Tasty tasty.” He then opened his mouth real wide and considered the craft to be a giant sandwich.

The official chuckled right before the impact, but was stopped by the original pilot of the craft, who was behind the official. He said, “I love paradoxes.” Suddenly the official saw time travel backwards right in front of his eyes.

Before he knew it he was back two hours earlier when he first met the delinquent that he now despised. He remembered doing everything already, and he then walked up to the poorly dressed delinquent walking down the street the same way he did two hours ago, but instead of yelling at him, all he said was, “You’re fired.”

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