Futurama- a wonderful sci-fi comedy series canceled before its time. Matt Groening's greatest triumph since the Simpsons- easily its equal in humor and possibly its better in terms of pure quality. You are a fanatic about the series- you own the entire DVD collection and still watch it on television religiously whenever it may happen to play. Therefore, it goes without saying that an episode was on when you had your little mishap with Aaron's machines.
It also goes without saying, once the flashing lights go away and your headache clears, that you recognize where you are. Craning your neck up, you see a giant gate that reads "Mars University." The sky all around you is an unsettling orange rather than the typical blue that you're accustomed to. Past the gate, you see buildings similar to those you'd see at any other college, if not considerably more high-tech. You don't remember them being this big, mind, but perhaps the college is just more well-off than the show would lead you to believe.
You then check yourself out, and make a startling discovery. You only have four fingers! You'd expect the sudden absence of pinkies to be awkward, but in all honesty, your hand feels completely natural. You can't even imagine having five fingers- in fact, the concept seems sort of alien to you. Lacking a reflective surface of any kind, you bring your hand up to your face and feel. Noting your newly bulgy eyes and the complete absence of anything resembling a jawline, you realize something incredible...
You've been Simpsonized! Or... maybe Futurama...ized? Nah, too many syllables. Either way, you're a cartoon character now, and are taking it a lot better than you'd think you would.
You then notice something a lot more disconcerting. You can't move your legs! Looking down, you see that you are standing on some sort of pink surface. You try lifting your feet up one at a time, only to realize that they're stuck to the ground! Curious, you reach down and touch the surface with your hand. This may be the single worst decision you've made today, as your hand sticks to it too. You get the impulse to try to reach down and pull it free with the other hand or, if that gets stuck too, perhaps pull them both out with your face, but fortunately common sense interferes before you follow through with it.
You then hear a voice behind you.
"Well, spluh! Of course the professor's giving me the night off for the party tonight! I'm caught up on my work hours! Besides, he's so senile he probably won't even remember I exist until I show up for work tomorrow!"
You look behind you as best you can considering your predicament, and see a young Asian woman in a pink sweater talking on a cell phone and walking towards you. It doesn't take long for her identity to click in your mind- that's Amy Wong, the intern at Planet Express and one of the characters in Futurama! So you really are in the show... this is incredible! Aaron must be a genius to have invented something that can do this!
But wait... if she keeps walking towards you, she'll get stuck just like you are! You have to think of something. Maybe if you alert her in time, she can get help! Or at the very least not get stuck to the ground like you are.
"AMY!" You yell. "WATCH OUT!"
She doesn't seem to hear you, and is walking closer and closer. That's when you notice something... as she gets closer, she seems to be getting bigger and bigger! And there's thunder... but you look around and there's not a cloud in the sky. Then it hits you... those are footsteps!
FOOM... FOOM... FOOM...
Your shouting starts to get a lot more desperate. "AMY! DOWN HERE!"
FOOM... FOOOOOM...
Nope. No dice. She continues walking, and eventually steps right on the pink surface you're stuck to (which you've now determined to be gum or something). It sticks to her shoe, and you stick to it, going on the wildest ride of your life!
Strangely, it doesn't hurt as much as you'd expect. It's not exactly comfortable, of course. But you'd expect to be dead, or at least have some broken bones at this point. Perhaps your new status as a cartoon character makes you immune to such things?
Eager to focus your attention on something other than the frequent painful impacts with the sidewalk that you're enduring, you listen to Amy's half of the conversation she's having on her phone.
"So yeah, I'm done with everything for the day. I'm gonna go to my room and change real quick, then I'll meet you at the sorority party!"
She's going to a sorority party? A sort of party often populated by college girls with plenty of alcohol and few inhibitions?
"So, it's zero-gravity themed this time, right? So you were able to rent the space shuttle? Frawsome!"
A party full of college girls, with plenty of alcohol and few inhibitions, IN SPACE? Why, oh, why, are you an inch tall?!
You're not sure whether you should shake Aaron's hand the next time you see him, or murder him.
"Ew! Is there gum on my shoe? Well, scraping it against the sidewalk should fix that!"
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAAAAAAAPE!
Murder. Definitely murder.
"There. I think that got it."
Despite that... unpleasant experience, you're still on Amy's shoe. As the ride from hell continues...
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