Hall of Infinite Doors
"And what about the meaning of life?" the professor says, menacingly.
"42!" you yell, smiling brightly. Technically, that's only the answer to the unknown question of life, the universe, and everything. And really, "What is the meaning of life?" is an actual question, so "42" doesn't really apply. But hey, a Douglas Adams reference is a Douglas Adams reference, no matter how you have to stretch it.
"Isn't life futile?" the professor tries to yell over your laughter. It's not working very well- your laughter seems to be contagious, and the entire class is laughing. "You can't possibly hope to understand it all, can you?" But no one cares. The bell rings, and the class begins to file out the door.
"You! Stay!" the professor yells, pointing directly at you. You calmly walk down and stand in front of the professor, waiting for the class to leave so he can yell at you properly.
"How dare you ruin my plans!" he shrieks, poking at your chest. "I can't believe you just came in here and ruined my spell of hypnotic death! You complete bastard!"
"What are the odds anyway? There are an infinite number of doors in this place, and you somehow enter the wool door, and then the bone door? In that order? What are the odds! You had to pick one door out of an infinite amount, and then another door out of the same infinite amount! That's like one out of double infinity odds! It's statistically impossible! You lucky bastard! Aggg!" And with that, the professor explodes from pent up fury.
And as you leave the classroom, you start thinking about what he just said. Those are some pretty contrived odds. You've accomplished something truely rare and amazing. Pat yourself on the back.
"42!" you yell, smiling brightly. Technically, that's only the answer to the unknown question of life, the universe, and everything. And really, "What is the meaning of life?" is an actual question, so "42" doesn't really apply. But hey, a Douglas Adams reference is a Douglas Adams reference, no matter how you have to stretch it.
"Isn't life futile?" the professor tries to yell over your laughter. It's not working very well- your laughter seems to be contagious, and the entire class is laughing. "You can't possibly hope to understand it all, can you?" But no one cares. The bell rings, and the class begins to file out the door.
"You! Stay!" the professor yells, pointing directly at you. You calmly walk down and stand in front of the professor, waiting for the class to leave so he can yell at you properly.
"How dare you ruin my plans!" he shrieks, poking at your chest. "I can't believe you just came in here and ruined my spell of hypnotic death! You complete bastard!"
"What are the odds anyway? There are an infinite number of doors in this place, and you somehow enter the wool door, and then the bone door? In that order? What are the odds! You had to pick one door out of an infinite amount, and then another door out of the same infinite amount! That's like one out of double infinity odds! It's statistically impossible! You lucky bastard! Aggg!" And with that, the professor explodes from pent up fury.
And as you leave the classroom, you start thinking about what he just said. Those are some pretty contrived odds. You've accomplished something truely rare and amazing. Pat yourself on the back.
