Jordan lived in his small dorm in the middle of a college campus. He was very short, and extremely scrawny. His roommate was no better. Hugo was only slightly taller and had even less muscle on him.
A package arrived one day while Hugo was out, but Jordan hadn’t ordered one. He opened it up to find a small pill container. So small was it that it only held one singular pill. Jordan look at the information. Among all his lackluster characteristics, he still had perfect vision. However, he could not read the container, it was just too blurry.
Suddenly, he could see the writing as if a fog had lifted. It clearly read, “Smith, Jordan. Take Immediately.”
Never one to disagree, he shoved the small orange pill down his throat. Jordan felt a rumble, as if he were hungry. He turned the bottle around and read, “Effects will never wear off regardless of what is said. Any attempt to circumvent into a form incapable of speech, a conscious will ALWAYS exist and can use thought as opposed to speech.”
“Cryptic,” Jordan said. The door bell rang and Jordan walked over. It was Hugo. He was carrying a box full of assorted items and couldn’t open the door.
“Hey Jordan,” Hugo said quickly as the door was opened. “Did a uh...package stop by?”
Jordan’s mind froze. “No,” he explained. He walked towards the small kitchen where he had opened the pill box. Jordan intended to hide the evidence, but saw nothing on the counter.
“That’s too bad,” Hugo said. “The site was a scam after all.”
“What are those items for?” Jordan asked. He picked up a gear and a weight from Hugo’s box.
“They were gonna he for that package I ordered,” Hugo said. He sighed and sat down and turned on their tiny tv. It was soccer, which Hugo loved. Jordan didn’t care to understand it.
The blue team had just scored, and the forward took of his shirt and waved it in the air.
“Ugh,” Hugo grunted. Jordan didn’t know he name, but he knew that Hugo disliked the blue team, preferring the green team they were playing.
“Put your shirt back on!” Hugo yelled at the tv.
“Your team does the same thing,” Jordan argued. “They should just all take their shirts off.”
Jordan glanced away to put away the random items. When he turned back, he noticed something odd. The entire Blue team had taken off their shirts in their celebration. The camera panned away to the annoyed green team now also shirtless.
Jordan looked at Hugo. “When did they all take off their shirts?” Jordan asked.
“What do you mean?” Hugo said without looking up. “The sport of soccer has never been played with shirts on.”
Jordan was taken aback. However, the game did resume normally albeit without any shirts.
Again there was an outburst from Hugo. The blue team scored again. They cheered off to the side like they always did. “It’s the goals man,” Hugo said. “They’re too wide.”
“They should be... shorter the ,” Jordan said. When the camera eventually panned back to a goal, they were indeed much less wide.
Jordan smirked. “Who do you think will win?” he asked.
“Definitely not those damned Penguins.” Hugo replied.
“The penguins will definitely win,” Jordan tried slyly.
Indeed, as the game went on, the green team was never able to outplay the blue one which claimed victory. Hugo was quite angry.
As Hugo changed the channel, Jordan wondered what he’d do next.