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The Lower Blogosphere Burns with the Intensity of a Thousand Suns.

Sunday, December 18, 2005


As the walls are closing in on us, the Alexander Hamilton clone ghosts are beginning to quarrel. I've made little progress on hacking into the mind of Robodole. I am, however, able to read his thoughts, and repeat his own words back at him in a mocking, sarcastic tone through the microphone available in the Panic Room.

For Example:
"That Roboshrub can't last much longer in the pitch darkness. I've only got to cut the power to the panic room, and he'll be, well, powerless."
"That Roboshrub cant last much longer in the pitch darkness! I've only got to cut the power to the panic room! And he'll be powerless! Your MOM is powerless!"

If all is as I hope, my constant mockery and questioning of his every thought will eventually destroy his ego. I only worry that he might cut the power to the panic room, in which case I'll have a slim chance of survival in the pitch darkness. As it is, only the precious photons emitted by this monitor are all that is keeping me from going into hibernation, as without the power of the sun and a steady supply of nutrients, I am almost unable to photosynthesize.

Of course, there's always the hope that Robodole will be toppled by an outside force. For instance, if--

-- That was a brownout! What's going on? I've got to make it to the emergency power generator... but the Parliamentary Members are going mad... Alexander Hamilton just punched his brother clone in the face! It's an all-out brawl! I've got to reach the generator before--

--Transmission Ended--

There have been 6 Cries of Anguish:

Blogger His Majesty maliciously intimated...

You never could get the hang of Sundays.

Prepare to be subsidized!

12/19/2005 10:51 AM  
Blogger Kay Ray maliciously intimated...

The clowns chased me last night and I had some other nightmares of Bob Dole thanks to you ;)

Have a good one :)

12/19/2005 2:18 PM  
Anonymous Jodie Foster maliciously intimated...

You just experienced a brown out??? That sounds like a personal problem, dear.

Uhh...too bad I'm not in the room with you, little robo guy, or I'd scream a lot, panic even more, bite my upper lip, but (ultimately) save the day!!

Here's to you, little buddy! Good luck getting the power back on! (Don't light any candles! EvilBobDole could be sending Viagra mean Natural Gas fumes through the air vent!!!)


12/19/2005 3:10 PM  
Blogger Captain Canuck maliciously intimated...

Gee Ms. Foster, I'm a big fan of yours. Any chance you would like to accompany me on a rescue mission to the Lower Frozen Blogosphere?

I've got just a little bit more paperwork to finish, then a light supper, and then,

Polite Understatedness Shall Save the Day!

12/19/2005 4:32 PM  
Blogger Calzone maliciously intimated...

Any friend of kay Ray is someone who I wonder has any insight on how to get in her pants.

12/19/2005 8:39 PM  
Blogger His Majesty maliciously intimated...

Pants will be obsolete in the new world order.

12/19/2005 10:06 PM  

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