When the garbage truck comes, the garbage is thrown in and whisked away to a magical place, right? No. It goes to a place called the transfer station, where it is thrown into a sorter and compacted. Then it goes into an incinerator. Well, usually that’s what happens. I happen to be an incredible genius who invented an amazing machine that can compact two tons of garbage into a little brick. Here’s the thing: the brick weighs two tons. Nobody can move it.
During my first experiment in my basement, the first two-ton brick was spit out onto the floor and it cracked the concrete foundation of my house. Now there’s a 5-inch-long, brown, immovable object in my basement that smells like a hundred bathrooms after a hundred Number 2s have been created in them.
I decided to move my trash compactor out of my basement, which was no easy task. The compactor looks like a 50-foot-wide metal ball with legs. It has a very, very large tube going into it, and a brick-shaped-and-sized rectangular tube coming out of it. I needed to rent a forklift to get it out. Even then, the metal lifting prongs nearly broke off the forklift, but I got it out and into a semitruck that carried it to a landfill, where it can be used on a daily basis to make a 200,000,000-ton mansion made of compacted garbage bricks. This is great! I just need to eliminate the unbearable—and sometimes lethal—stench for my invention to be perfect.
Oh no! My trash mansion is missing a brick! The landfill only has 1.9 tons of garbage left! My compactor needs exactly two tons of trash to create one last brick! My mansion, Villa Garbage, will never be finnnnnnnnisssssssssssssshhhhhhheddddddddddddd….
During my first experiment in my basement, the first two-ton brick was spit out onto the floor and it cracked the concrete foundation of my house. Now there’s a 5-inch-long, brown, immovable object in my basement that smells like a hundred bathrooms after a hundred Number 2s have been created in them.
I decided to move my trash compactor out of my basement, which was no easy task. The compactor looks like a 50-foot-wide metal ball with legs. It has a very, very large tube going into it, and a brick-shaped-and-sized rectangular tube coming out of it. I needed to rent a forklift to get it out. Even then, the metal lifting prongs nearly broke off the forklift, but I got it out and into a semitruck that carried it to a landfill, where it can be used on a daily basis to make a 200,000,000-ton mansion made of compacted garbage bricks. This is great! I just need to eliminate the unbearable—and sometimes lethal—stench for my invention to be perfect.
Oh no! My trash mansion is missing a brick! The landfill only has 1.9 tons of garbage left! My compactor needs exactly two tons of trash to create one last brick! My mansion, Villa Garbage, will never be finnnnnnnnisssssssssssssshhhhhhheddddddddddddd….
