"Uncle, how did you get that? How long have you had it?" The teen looked back down to the bits of glass and metal under his feet "And why did you smash it? For leamgr's sakes, if you didn't want it you should've sold it! It would've been at least 20,000 giblets! We could've bought a new castle with that kind of money!" The teen crossed his arms, thinking about the many spells that cause bodily harm. "Or you could've given it to me..." The teen mumbled. "Now why would i do that when you already have one?" Before his nephew had any time to react the professor slipped his hand into his nephew's coat pocket and pulled out another of the glossy rectangles. The teen gasped "Uncle, you shouldn't have.......But thanks anyway!" Just as the teen was about to snatch the phone away the professor flung it out onto the hard-as-a-cement-block-with-that-rock-guy-from-the-
fantastic-4-and-the-hulk-inside dunes. C-CRA-A-C-K!
The teen was now muttering gibberish with a mortified look on his face. "Mmmmmm......ph-ph- ph-pho-o-on-one......" "Get ahold of yourself! You've gone on without a phone for 17,889 years. You can go on without on for another 1,700,202 at the very least. I mean, we do have magic after all" as the professor said this he made sure, that above all else, he did not touch his nephew in any way. So he did the next best thing. He air-patted him on his back. The 17,889 year old was now crying. "W-why did you do that?" At that the uncle stopped air-patting the blubbering teen "Are you kidding me right now? YOUR the one who freaked out about the news!" The teen just sat there for awhile thinking about the previous events. "Oh...right" "Your jimmy-jammed right, your right!" "Wait, i thought you were right" the professor scratched his chin in thought "what?" "You know what, nevermind, i forgot".
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Fantasy mixed with sy-fi
Abenteuer(No this is not a part 2 to something, this is part one of my story. Also just saying, its probably gunna be really cliché) the great sorcerer of Niand likes to be called the professor. When him and his nephew send a friend of theirs home-as in here...
