I was thinking of building a robot shark.
That sounds like a horribly bad idea.
Why? I’d control it.
To start, sure. But we all know how this story goes. Boy builds shark, boy controls shark, shark gains mind of its own, shark kills town.
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I love the petting zoo!
Which is why we went.
Yay!
But, uhm, we’re not there anymore.
I need tacos. Right now.
We’re sitting at a bar. A bar that does not serve tacos.
Then obviously we must leave here and forth to a place where tacos will be provided.
Or we could stay and have wings.
I don’t get Canadians.
What’s to get. They’re just people. People who are easy going. Like non-hippie hippies, if you would.
No, but what do they do when something goes wrong?
Besides generally rightfully blame us?
So Godzilla.
Yeah, man, you’re right, that guy is totally so Godzilla.
What?
I thought you were inventing a new term for people.
What is that?
New product.
What client?
Oh, no, this is one of those things I think we can brand and sell ourselves.
I just had a great idea.
Yes?
Chocolate army men.
As in the candy or in a 70s funk black man sort of way?
I wanna live forever.
I wanna learn how to fly… high!
No, I didn’t mean Fame, I mean I really would like to live forever.
Uh-huh. But I’d like to learn how to fly. High.
