Somewhere, it doesn’t matter where. Probably not, like, a bunker though. A duck pond?
Large Hadron and Collider are whatever race, gender and/or sexuality you want them to be. Maybe they’re ducks. That would explain the pond. If they’re at a pond.
Large Hadron: I’ve invented this great new drinking game.
Collider: Go on.
Large Hadron: Every time you do the wrong thing, have a drink. Every time you do the right thing but your actions are misinterpreted as the wrong thing, have a drink. Every time you’re forced to recognise the yawning canyon between who you thought you were and who you actually are, have a drink. Every time you have a drink, have a drink.
Collider: I don’t think that’s a drinking game.
Large Hadron: Then what is it?
Collider: Alcoholism. (more…)