*nom nom nom* |
:( "Bleh!" :( |
Second attempt… |
*NOM! NOM! NOM!* |
:) *ding!* :) |
"Okay, Mr. Burgundy Plasticy Thingamajig, what do you do? |
"Wait. I know what it is." |
*doot deet doot* |
"Okay. No, really. What does it do?" |
"Phone, huh? Let's see … just take this … here…" |
"…put it … up here?" |
"Hello, Mr. Publisher?" |
"Maybe it's a Bowflex…?" |
"Grr-huh-ah! HI-KEEBA!" |
"Uhhhh?" |
"The heck!" |
"Listen, Mr. Phone. You and I really need to have a talk." |
"Here I am!" (*yawn*) |
"Wait a minute! That's not how this all started. Let's stop and think about it." |
"Yeah, that's right! The Sacramento Amtrak Station in Downtown. That's where it all started!" |
"That's right. Ridin' the rails with my daddy and my 'Humpty Dumpty'." |
"Then I woke up and we were there." |
"Actually, here. Where are we anyway, Daddy?" |
"I think I dreamed about a dragon." |
"This bookstore is awesome! Let's go look over there!" |
"We ever gonna go to any of these places, Daddy?" |
"Okay, let's go." |
"Giant Metal Alien Flower Thingy!" |
"Where you at, Daddy?" |
*nom nom* |
"Nana, you sure like animals, huh?" |
"Tuckered out, Granpa?" |
"That's a good cowboy." |
"And happiest of birthdays, Granpa!" |
"Mommy! You silly cotton candy troll head!" |
"You know what time it is?" |
"NAKED HOTEL DANCE PARTY TIME!" |
"Daddy? This is the place where what you do stays in it? Right?" |