Prospect park.
Everything about this place makes you think of moving on. That’s why it’s freaking abandoned! Even the HAMMERS couldn’t stand it here any more.
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Gravitas.
All those rare sides! Some of them broken to bits, others vaporized, some melted into caramel-like pretzels. Domage.
Book him.
I have suggested a collection of aphorisms. Witticisms, as it were. Or as they are. Or as we were. (As you were!)
Who’s Teller?
There are better ways to spend our time, to be sure, and we’ve been trying to find them (blindfolded, with oven mitts on both hands).
Getting there.
Matt though we should rehabilitate the Robinson’s Jupiter 2 spacecraft. I’m thinking this is a little unrealistic, since it was just a stage set and is now owned by some guy in New Jersey.
Counting.
Sorry for the unpleasantness… I hope you didn’t find it too unpleasant.
This way lies madness.
Hmmm. I think we need to circle back that way. You see that church over there? We should hang a left right there. Right, I said left. Right, you heard me. Left. RIGHT, LEFT!! I need a freaking chauffeur, and that’s a fact, friends. Damn this poverty! Damn our puny residuals checks! Damn you, Marvin … Continue reading This way lies madness.
One Framistat Short
Flashlight. Anti-static wrist band. Screwdriver. Vise-grips. Oscillator. Got everything… except the part we’re installing. Mitch! Oh, hello. I do apologize. Seems like every time you drop by, I’m hollering something at someone in our motley entourage, and typically that someone is Mitch Macaphee, our resident mad scientist. Sad that Big Green has fallen to such … Continue reading One Framistat Short
Aspergrass?
When Marvin starts clunking in a serious way, his many chores fall to, well, oddly misshapen root vegetables.
Up, up, and no way!
Marvin (my personal robot assistant) can hear a pin drop on the other side of the world… or bricks being fashioned by contract laborers in a distant galaxy.