Being Mr. Kenny

Picture this scenario. Imagine if the sun shrank down and came to earth to visit, just to see what it was like down here. I just like this idea. Imagine having a big ball of fire hovering around, maybe a metre in diameter, following you around at work. In my head, this mini-sun is a little bit insecure.

“Oh, um, do you mind, I think you’re setting those coats on fire. No, no, it’s alright. You’re new here. Oh, I think my boss is trying to come in, do you think you could just let him pass. Thanks. And maybe if you could just dim down a little bit? I’m actually blind now. And all that radiation you’re giving off is giving me cancer, anything you could do? … no, no. Well OK then. Did you get that filing? You burnt it. I see. Um, well my coffee’s gone cold, could you just heat it up? Oh, wow, that was … that was nuclear. No, no, it’s alright. I mean, it was my favourite mug, but … no, it’s cool.”