Tip o' the hat to whichever lackey kept those showroom models fueled with keys in the ignition
You know darn well that the janitorial staff were going for joyrides around that huge showroom after closing hours.
"And that'll save the Planet?" Barret asks, dimly sensing mission creep and a logical fallacy or three.
"Seems like it," says the man who hears voices in his head and frequently loses arguments with himself.
Oh, gods, poor Barrett. I really feel for Barrett. He had such potential as a character. I like him so much. And he was ridden over by the bishonen's plot like a beetle on railroad tracks.
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Date: 2013-09-29 03:09 pm (UTC)Tip o' the hat to whichever lackey kept those showroom models fueled with keys in the ignition
You know darn well that the janitorial staff were going for joyrides around that huge showroom after closing hours.
"And that'll save the Planet?" Barret asks, dimly sensing mission creep and a logical fallacy or three.
"Seems like it," says the man who hears voices in his head and frequently loses arguments with himself.
Oh, gods, poor Barrett. I really feel for Barrett. He had such potential as a character. I like him so much. And he was ridden over by the bishonen's plot like a beetle on railroad tracks.