... and here's us at it, being well-behaved and un-dork-like.
Underneath, my enhanced ocular implants detected a temporal distortion field through which people were passing largely unharmed. I was going to draft a paper on this phenomenon, but the hotel staff (who are all Russians and thus allied with you-know-who) got wind of my plans, and to maintain the fragile truce in this galactic sector I've decided to let it go.
See? Not a dork at all.
Next: Foreign agents infiltrate the Heartland.
3 comments:
very impressive bean shots.
i enjoyed standing directly under the bean, and taking a picture of me taking a picture of me ;-)
Everyone is holding up tiny metallic-silver boxes to their eyes--some sort of talisman to ward off evil, I suspect. There are clicking noises; also some of the boxes emit a piercing light of short duration in the direction of said perceived evil forces. In the event a box is pointed at another entity, second entity reveals its teeth and stops moving, as if to warn off the other. Due to the ensuing stress of the encounter, this is often followed by a noisy disruption of normal breathing patterns.
Beam me the f**k up.
LOL! You and Roy are too funny.
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