Why is George Clooney in my dorm room?
“Call me Danny” he says
Either I’m hallucinating or he’s crazy.
“I read your paper on predicting laminar flow in closed systems”
Ok I must be hallucinating because even if somehow George Clooney was here , there’s no way he read a paper I half assed for my fluid dynamics class
“Very interesting stuff. Now if we can just use your research to predict the movement of heated wax in a translucent fluid…”
Halluciclooney must see the incredulity on my face about the whole situation, and he mistakes it for disbelief in the specifics of his plan
“Listen I have a demo, a driver, a distraction, and three Brad Pitts , but I need you if we’re going to pull this one off” he frantically rambles
“This one?” I sputter, the first words I’ve actually gotten out of my mouth
“Kid, we’re stealing the internet”