User blog:Thomperfan/Lost control (my version)- Geo

(We're searching for Geo.)

Lincoln: Geo? Geo? Geo? Geo?

Me: Geo? Geo? Geo? Geo, buddy, where are you?

(We find Geo on the couch with the remote in his ball, watching SMOOCH on TV.)

Me: Whoa, I never knew hamsters had a thing for rock.

Lincoln: I took him for more of a folk music kinda guy. Geo, can we have the remote? Our show is coming on soon.

Geo: (in his head) Sure!

(He opens his ball to let us have the remote.)

Me: Thanks, buddy. We knew you'd understand.

(Suddenly, Geo's ball closes on Lincoln's finger. He screams in pain and throws Geo's ball across the living room. We rush to make sure he's ok.)

Me and Lincoln: Geo, Geo, are you ok?

(Geo is fine, but his ball is cracked and the remote is broken)

Me and Lincoln: Dang it.

Oh no! You hit a dead end! To try again, go talk to Lori.