[quote name='skankdelvar' post='940078' date='Aug 30 2010, 04:49 PM'][i][b](Scene: A living room in the year 2027. As the curtain rises we see an armchair. In it sits a downcast man with thinning hair. He is idly flicking through channels on the Holo-TV. A teenage girl enters, blowing the dust off a bubble-wrapped package of indeterminate vintage)[/b][/i]
Girl: Hola, Pops! I just found this in the attic!
WJE (for it is he): Why, it's my old Fender bass!
Girl: What's a Fender bass, grey-haired father of mine?
WJE: When you were no more than a wee mite, I employed it to purvey quality low-end thump in popular dance-combos of the period.
Girl: Before we all moved here to the Martian Colonies?
WJE: Indeed. How fortunate I didn't sell it, given that a modern 2000w rig weighs only 4 old Earth ounces and fits in your back pocket. I shall take up my calling once more!
Both: Huzza!
[b][i](Much joy ensues. A chorus line of little green Martians high-kicks across the stage. Finis)[/i][/b][/quote]
Or
2068
Girl: Look what I found in the loft, what is it?
Dad: Why that is your uncles Fender Bass.
Girl: What shall we do with it?
Dad: Well it is in mint condition we should put it on eBay.