“I think we all remember what happened last time you tried to take on a constant,” Lenny said to Erin as he wriggled into his lycra suit, “I mean, why can’t you just leave it alone? What did the gravitational constant ever do to you?”
Erin glared at Lenny, “I don’t know why I even bother talking to you,” she hissed, “You’re nothing but a circus snake. Now why don’t you go do some fun tricks with a clown? Bastard.”
“Oh, come on, Erin, don’t be like that, it’s just that I’m sure you could do better things with your time than defy the constants of the universe.”
“What? Like squirm across a tightrope?”
“Ouch, Erin, that’s low.”
“So's your center of gravity.”
“Fine, be that way. Look, I’ve gotta go, it’s time for my act. Gimme a call when you’ve destroyed the universe.”
Erin watched as the circus snake slithered off to the main tent, the spangles on his costume sparkling in the mid-winter sun, “I’ll show you,” she muttered, “I’ll show everyone.”
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