Oh, my aching and throbbing cerebrum. I feel so weak. If I did not know for a fact that I have installed the best anti-cheese security system two stinking dead humans could buy, I would think there had been some minor amount of cheese smuggled through the barrier and scattered among some of the slime on the floor. The floor is definitely more moist than I remember.
The strangest thing is that for some reason, I found myself coming to in the armory today, as if I had fallen asleep or something right in the middle of the floor holding a broken ray guy. Of course, it might have become broken when I hit the floor. I am a bit unsure and unsteady on my feet right now. I am not even sure what day this is. It might be time to summon Dr. Bombay.
Posted by Zongo the Ruthless at September 1, 2004 06:56 PM