They would get wet
I have Alzheimers.
Cheese on toast.
Due to the infinite nature of the universe, many items both natural and manufactured could be described in this manner.
Asking for a friend.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Thomas. Thomas was watching his favorite show one night and a commercial came on for something called the blue marble. Needless to say, due to the exciting nature of the commercial and the amount of fancy effects utilized Thomas got very excited. He did, however, realize after a little bit of thought that he had absolutely no idea what it was or how it was used.
Thomas decided that since his father was the wisest man he knew, he should ask him about the blue marble. Well, Thomas’s father worked a late shift at the factory on this particular day so Thomas had to wait an excruciatingly long time before his father would be home.
When his father finally made it home, Thomas quickly rushed up to him and asked:
“Father, I saw a commercial today and I was hoping you would know; what is the blue marble?”
Thomas’s father got visibly upset and his face turned a bright crimson. Vein in his forehead pulsing, he screamed:
“How dare you ask me that you ungrateful little bastard! You get out of this house. I never want to see you again!”
Thomas, shocked at this reaction, burst into years and ran out of the house.
As he was aimlessly wandering the streets of his hometown trying to figure out what had just happened; Thomas realized it must be a misunderstanding. If he could find the truth about the blue marble, maybe his father would forgive him. Wracking his brain, he remembered his father (the wisest man he knew) used to speak highly of the mayor of his town. Thomas decided maybe the mayor could answer his question.
Thomas remembered where the city hall was because a year ago his class had taken a field trip there for their social studies class. So Thomas made his way there. When he arrived, he was stopped by the mayor’s secretary who wanted to know why he wanted to see the mayor.
When Thomas explained how important it was that he see the mayor, for reasons lost to the past she actually buzzed him in. The mayor was sitting behind his large oaken desk wearing a business suit and smoking a big cigar. He looked up from his paperwork and his eyes locked on Thomas.
“Why, hello there son. What is it I can do for you today?”
Thomas, feeling quite uncomfortable under the mayor’s intense, piercing gaze, started to fidget.
“Well, come on son, I’m a very busy man”
Finally Thomas managed to pick up the courage and stammered:
“S..s..sir, I saw a commercial today that confused me. I asked my father about it and he got very very angry and threw me out. So I’m here hoping that you can answer my question. Sir, what is the blue marble?”
At the mention of the marble, the mayor’s gaze finally wavered. He became visibly angry just like Thomas’s father before him.
“How dare you ask that?” He bellowed. “Do you not have a shred […]
A blue car. What else?