Breaking Point - A TV Lover's Worst Nightmare

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You can't do anything right even when your hands are busy, so what the ******** does it matter?"  

[Zahzi]

"I'm being productive, aren't I..? If I were just wasting my time, I wouldn't have even made this little gadget." Alan replied, looking over at her.
"Nothing worthwhile is made instantly."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You're being annoying. You're building a stupid gaming console. And for what? Entertainment. You have all kinds of things around for that!"  

[Zahzi]

"I was planning on patenting this and seeing if the public liked it." Alan told Abagail, looking back at her.
"What's wrong with that..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"But WHY? What the Hell makes you wanna do this?"  

[Zahzi]

"I'm BORED." Alan repeated.
"Would you rather I just hounded over all the female slaves here instead of this?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, looking back at her.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You do that anyway! Besides, there's hookers and girlfriends for that!"  

[Zahzi]

"Ah, but I have things like this to keep me busy so that won't be needed." Alan chuckled, showing off the box.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Wonderful." Abagail snorted, rolling her eyes at Alan.

"Do I need to do anything?"  

[Zahzi]

"Well, I need help with this little thing, so follow me~" Alan called to her.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Abagail groaned, slumping her shoulders. She should have known better than to ask, but she did like an idiot.

"Fine.." She grumbled as she started to follow, figuring it was better to just play along than be molested.  

[Zahzi]

Alan stopped at a door Abagail had yet to be in. The Workshop.
"Now, the room is rather crampt, so careful where you step."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Maybe it'd be easier if I stayed outside." Abagail proposed with a grin. "This way, I can't possibly mess up anything."  

[Zahzi]

"Oh, but then you couldn't help me." Alan told her, opening the door. The interior looking like a large garage. Tools were everywhere, and not in short supply...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I doubt I could be much help anyway." Abagail snorted as Alan opened the door. She stared in, both in shock and awe at the size of the shop, it's clutter, the projects, and the amount of equipment left laying around.

"...Yeah, definitely not my field of expertise.."