This is the short version of a book that I am writing. Tell me what you think of it.
“Professor Tempo di viaggio, Professor Tempo di viaggio are you ok?” asked Cioccolato. I knew that from the look on his face that we had failed again. The smell of burnt hair and burning wires filled the air. “Yes yes I’m ok Cioccolato, we better clean this up. I have not the slightest idea why this happened, we had it working.” The look of dispare filled Cioccolato’s face, he wanted nothing more then to travel across time. I had always wanted to go back to my past and tell my younger self to never start to work on this stupid time travel idea. “Watch out for the glass Cioccolato, it was treated with Phosphoric acid. If that was to get on your skin, there is no telling what would happen. I’m too old to take you to the hospital, you need to watch out.” Cioccolato did as I told, he always did, but he never took the time to think. All he ever did was rush things, maybe that’s why we have failed at time travel so many times. I walked over to the dresser in the corner, it was cherry wood with stains where I have left coffee cups on it. I never took more then two or three sips of my coffee, I ever liked the taste I was after the caffeine. I slept at most 5 hours a night. I opened the dresser and took out my green cap and placed it on my head, the smoke was still coming out of the time machine. “It’s getting late you might want to go home Cioccolato, I’ll clean up the rest. Come back tomorrow after you have had a good nights rest. I don’t need you sleeping on the job.” I started to pick some glass out of my shoes when I noticed that Cioccolato had not left yet.”Professor Tempo di viaggio, there is no time to sleep we need to start rebuilding now! If we don’t work now someone else might find out the answer to time travel. I looked into his eyes and knew that he really wanted to work, but it was late and if he didn’t get some rest he would fall asleep at the controls and I would loose the rest of my hair and another day of work. “Cioccolato do me a favor, in the morning meet me here and we can go out for some cappuccino and then we can go back to working. Now get out and go to bed, Good Night.”
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