Joe: We’re out with Matt and some of his friend eating burgers at some late-night eatery. Behold he power of hope! We’re getting milkshakes. Matt just told us that the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup milkshake was the best one they have. It’s too bad I already ordered an Oreo one. I’m debating whether or not to get two.
Paul: They have some pretty cool pinball and video games here, including an insane Ms. Pac Man. It’s like she’s on speed. She’s way faster than the ghosts. I’m cleaning up! I pretty much doubled my all-time high score. It definitely feels like cheating. I think I got up to board eight or nine and broke 60,000. It’s intense! That milkshake is not mixing so well with all the adrenaline.
Joe: Yeah. I don’t think I’m going to get two milkshakes.
Paul: Back at Matt’s house, Joe and I are upstairs talking to Matt in the kitchen. We hear some weird noises coming from the basement. Matt says “It sounds like they found the lightsabers.” Those Uncle Monsterface guys love toys!
From the sockpuppet journal of the Jazzclops: Time is a line, baby. Time. Time time time is a dot. You dig? It is difficult to imagine that which we cannot conceive . . . or else, it is difficult to conceive that which we cannot understand. Right?
Aw, crap, man, I dunno, I'm just talkin' here, y'know? You got a smoke? Right, you stopped smoking to preserve the pipes . . . that's cool, that's cool, kid. Do what you want, you know? You'll be back, baby. They all come back. Heh! No, I dunno . . . Wait a minute. I hear one . . . here we go:
Under the blankets
and over the sea
I would make you things
just for you
Just from meeeee
Skibbee doo bop-puh-puh-puh.
Six boys in a van are there and they are gone. You dig? Like a line and dot
they ain't gone, man. They ain't never gonna be gone.
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