"..and here I can show you our bot doing....wait. Ethyl? Has anyone seen my wife Ethyl? She was right here next to the autonomous scorpion killbot a second ago."
Eyebrow battle!
Rupert knew he was supposed to be learning Aperture, but surely no one would notice if he was without pants for 4-5 minutes.
iPod cases for furries.
Bradley chose the suave look for his lunchtime fooding.
"Any of you little bastards start jumping around like a sweaty Ballmer and I'll smack you so hard your mom will feel it. Capiche?
Suddenly paranoid, the guitarist fled the backdrop, arms waving over his head.
Man: A timeshare? I thought this was a software package? Well, if it's required, I guess I have to buy it too.
That was close. I could smell his balloon musk yards away.
mac-at-kearsarge infiltrated our lunch with his coy smirk, his shiny head, and his eye lashes that perfectly shape-matched his nike sweatshirt logo.
Oh shit, he's found us. Someone hide me before he shocks me with static electricity or worse, engages me in conversation.
The flag girls twirled their weapons, cutting their way thru the crowd.
Mark hides his face due to his decision to sell his lower lip as an early iPhone deposit.
Woman: I know the sign says 'Garage', but you can't park that Segway on my foot. Oh, it's you Mr.Woz. I'm so sorry. Please, feel free to run over my foot anytime.
