[ WP ] [ CW ] You are a child explaining to your teacher why you forgot your homework . You have a half decent excuse ... but you can only speak in limericks .

`` Tsk, tsk, tsk'' Mr Tumblebottom tutted. `` Tardiness seems to be your strongpoint, does n't it Henry?'' 
 
 `` But you see sir it's quite the tale, this class I sure hope I do n't fail, but you see I got lost, and my schoolbag got tossed, down the spout of a gigantic whale!'' 
 
 `` Yes, yes, of course. Bonus points for creativity Henry, but I do n't believe a word of it. Pray tell, how did you come across this'gigantic whale'?'' 
 
 `` Father's a quantum mechanic, not taken to being tyrannic, but he made a mistake, and caused physics to break, now the world's started to go manic!'' 
 
 `` Haha, you really are the joker. Now, humor me for just one moment young man, not that I believe a single word of your nonsense, but why on God's green Earth are you speaking in limerick?'' 
 
 `` I was scared that you'd never ask, for this is my perilous task, cos you see that these beings, who fell through the time seams, can not comprehend lyrical masks.'' 
 
 `` Oh, really? So you are our sav...'' 
 
 `` I beg you to listen to me, when I claim that we must now flee, these beings are far to strong, we humans wo n't last long, they will chew on our bones with much glee!'' 
 
 Tumblebottom adjusted his glasses, not used to this level of discourse with his students. Of course, it was probably a fantasy of a disturbed young mind... But he started to doubt... Perhaps... 
 
 `` So... so what you're saying is this, that our words these creatures will miss, if we speak in a rhyme, we'll escape them just fine, else our efforts here will be...'' He stopped, struggling to find the word. 
 
 `` Come onnnn...'' Henry thought, urging his teacher to continue. `` Come onnn!!!!'' 
 
 ``... remiss?'' 
 
 Both breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment was short lived. An explosion rocked the school, and distant screams could be heard. 
 
 `` I think'' Henry began, `` they can still read our thoughts, and all of the things we've been taught, but you see cos I'm young, and incredibly dumb, my brain pattern is ought to be nought.'' 
 
 His teacher fretted nervously. `` So we are the alien's food? And they read our thoughts and our moods?'' Henry nodded. `` So I guess this is it. My life all came to shit. And what you're saying is that I'm screwed?'' 
 
 Henry reached out for his teacher's hand. He knew it would be over soon, and blanked his mind for protection. His classmates screamed as the hideous being burst through the ceiling, projecting its protrusions and sucking the brains of all of his classmates. The last thing he remembered of Mr Tumblebottom was the slight bead of sweat that trickled down his forehead before it popped like an exploding red balloon. 
 
 The beast lowered its linguistic orifices down as it fed on Tumblebottom's mashed brains. It was so close to Henry, he could smell the iron-laden blood that stained its appendages. 
 
 `` So you are the horrible beast, that came to our world just to feast, now I'm glad that you ate, but my homework is late, could you please... do it for me?'' 
 
 All too late, he realised his mistake as the ear-piercing shriek of the creature shattered his skull. As his lights faded, he muttered... `` could you please do it for me at least.''
