That’s terrifying.
Sometimes, funny happens.
Chris likes to draw everyday things transforming.
It’s the law.
New contractor.
- Me: How many wonderful additions do you think Matt Roloff would make to the office if he was hired as contractor?
- Chris: "Tiny copiers!"
- Chris: What'd be funny, though, is when we'd heard a surprised squeal and a splash coming from the bathroom. Then we'd have to fish a drenched and pantsless Roloff from the toilet.
- Me: Haha
- Chris: Unless he carries a lil' grapnel gun with him for just such an emergency.
- Me: He very well may. He is Matt Roloff.
- Chris: *splash*
- Chris: *BANG! Fwoosh-fwhoosh-fwoosh -- chink!*
- Chris: *whrrrrrrrrrrrr!*
- Chris: "Boy, we really need a narrower-mouthed toilet in there!" *walks away, leaving wet footprints.
- Me: I still submit we'd come to work one day to find the office surrounded by a moat and the front door would be a draw-bridge.
Laostown.
- Chris: Let's start a Chinatown™ in Marble Falls.
- Me: Like a full on 5-6 block area full up with open-air markets, steaming pot holes, narrow alleyways and restaurants owned by ninja gangs?
- Chris: Yes! And dead animals hanging by strings at market.
- Me: I like this idea.
- Chris: But let's call it "Laostown" or something, just to be different.
Family Vacation.
- Me: I kinda like the show (18 kids and counting), the Duggars go on cool vacations.
- Chris: Yeah, to preach the word.
Inappropriate hurricanes.
- Chris: There's an angry lil' hurricane off the east coast.
- Me: I saw that. What's it doing presently?
- Chris: Trying to hump Maine.
Taking initiative.
- Chris: Pizza time!!
- Me: Yeah! Righteous!
- Chris: Let's shred the Shredder!!!
- Me: Bodacious!
- Chris: *slices your arm off with a katana*
- Me: Hey!
- Chris: Master Splinter gave me a sword, dude!
- Me: Did he tell you to *wince* lop my arm off?
- Chris: I took ninja initiative.
- Me: To attack one of your own? Great initiative, dick.
- Chris: You were holding a sai. I thought you were an enemy.
- Me: I'm changing my weapon of choice to an Armalite M4A1 Carbine. I will shoot you in the face with it.
- Chris: I'm changing my weapon of choice to a Scud missile.
- Chris: *scuds you*
- Me: I'm changing my weapon of choice to a ground-to-air missile.
- Me: *splodes your scud*
- Chris: I'm changing my weapon of choice to an anti-matter bomb exactly the size of half the Earth.
- Chris: *cancels out the Earth*
- Me: I'm changing my weapon of choice to the Sun.
- Me: *roams around killing everything*
- Chris: I'm changing my weapon of choice to the Power of Almighty God.
- Chris: *rights all wrongs in the world*
- Me: I lose.
- Chris: But you won by learning a valuable lesson.
Oompa-Loompa Moving Co.™
- Chris: What if gangs of Oompa-Loompas™ show up and move Julie and I to our new apartment?
- Me: And then at the end they come and scoop you two up and carry you inside.
- Chris: Singing a song all the while. Though I can't imagine what the lyrics might be.
- Me: Oh, I could probably think of something.
- Chris: I bet you could. Because you...you've got the touch.
- Chris: "Oompa-Loompa-Oompitty-Dabartment: It's never too easy to move an apartment."
- Me: "Tv's, couches and kittenses too. If we are wise we'll let them go poo."
- Chris: "What would you say if I told you I'm gay?"
- Me: "You'd likely brain me in the skull with some clay."
- Chris: This song sucks.
- Me: Agreed
Name game.
- Chris: If you had a Cylon Centurion, what would you name him?
- Marvin: Brayden.
- Chris: Ooh, very good.
- Marvin: Kinda new wave, ya know?
- Chris: I'd go with MacKeynzey.
