"..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.
Bradley chose the suave look for his lunchtime fooding.
iPod cases for furries.
"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.
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.
That was close. I could smell his balloon musk yards away.
Blow-drying ipods always made Jason remember fondly days working as a vacuum repairman.
Oh shit, he's found us. Someone hide me before he shocks me with static electricity or worse, engages me in conversation.
Time slowed to a crawl as Stan continued. I'm pretty sure I saw two guys fall down and a baby being devoured by parents that had gone mad with boredom.
The flag girls twirled their weapons, cutting their way thru the crowd.
