“I already know what you’re gonna bitch about.”
Precarious, what is that speaker doing?
“Teetering.”
Why?
“Cuz it’s halfway off its perch.”
No, I know why it’s teetering. Why was it set up this way?
“Spatial perversity.”
Sure. Precarious?
“The kids?”
The kids.
“They just show up. Usually, they’re naked.”
True.
Time for everybody’s favorite game, spot the MC-2300!
“Breaker, breaker what’s yer 10-20?”
“Copy that XM42-ah ZERO ah 4-10-1-9ner we’re about to break into the Lick-M-Aid. How do ya break?”
Theory: those little dudes Stage Right to Weir’s Right?
They are the sons of either of the Drummers, and/or various Technical Staffers, and thus have (the equivalent of) Unlimited Access plus are adorable.
Also, at least one of them has since gone on to become a Financial Planner and/or Consulting Engineer under his Uncle Precarious.
So the Universe continues, unabated.
ToTD is still the finest GD-related webberverse place I visit and I bet I’m not alone in that thinking.
you are correct.
Yo.