My research indicates the only way to stop a Killdozer is with high explosives. We must call in the Air Force.
Nooooo. You must convince him to move here. Tell him how superior he will feel compared to the rest of us. Tell him we have velcro.
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I think we should go with the Hellfire Missile.
Just to be safe.
So to speak.
Just to be safe.
So to speak.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
I have a Regular Missile, a Magic Missile and a missile that talks with an Irish Accent.
...I can take the explosives out of the Regular Missile and we can fill it with Hellfire (and maybe some Damnation?)... but I'm all out. Does this town have a Catholic Church?
Can't we just trap it in the sewers like we did with the zombie?
I was going to take down the 'dozer single-handedly with a backpack of explosives, and I had a cool entrance all worked out using a motorcycle I borrowed.
But my priorities have shifted. I instead wander over to Hippy Lady's house to collect Soda. Time to be a father.
But my priorities have shifted. I instead wander over to Hippy Lady's house to collect Soda. Time to be a father.
If anything could convince him to live here, I'm sure it would be the availability of velcro.Seriously, RJ, we've been discussing this a lot, and we've decided that we will be better off on Vulcan. I promise, we will come back to visit. Maybe even quite soon -- I haven't totally ruled out the possibility of adopting one of the Crazy Cat Lady's kittens. I mean one of Leo and Stripe's kittens.
Gotta start figuring out what to take, what to sell, what to give away...
The problem with Vulcans is that they lack a sense of humour. Could you really stand to live on a humourless world?
^My love has been exposed to other cultures enough that he actually has a sense of humor (extremely dry, as one would expect). But, overall, you're right. That will probably be the hardest thing about living there.
What about the, uh, dry spells?
^Daniel, I take it you're not referring to the climate?
Sorry about that. It is mine. I was using it to try and find Jimmy Hoffa, who is buried about 40 miles from here.
Nah. He realizes the flying bunnies are harmless. He also just realized that he isn't in control of the bulldozer. I am.
*Holds up remote control*
Sorry. He tried to turn it left, I tried to turn it right, and we wound up in the middle.
Don't forget to tell him about the Transformers working for the government...
As for the dozer, you could just try turning off the remote....
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
Ok! The missile has been armed and loaded with two sermons worth of hellfire... I am loading it onto the launcher now... and I am aiming the targeting sensor at the Killdozer... and I am pressing FIRE now. 
...there it goes.... flying directly at the Killdozer... suddenly veering off course...
and crashing through Hippy Lady's wall without detonating... 
and lodging itself in her toilet. 
--if anyone needs me I'll be cowering in the basement of my factory terrified out of my mind. She's gonna hex me SO HARD over this.
...there it goes.... flying directly at the Killdozer... suddenly veering off course...
and crashing through Hippy Lady's wall without detonating... and lodging itself in her toilet. --if anyone needs me I'll be cowering in the basement of my factory terrified out of my mind. She's gonna hex me SO HARD over this.
When Daniel and Soda finally wander home, Jenee has a nice roast beef on the table, hot from the oven, with roasted potatoes, carrots and green beans and cold almond milk to wash it down.
Afterwards, a nice game of Scrabble.
*Watches a missile crash through the Hippie Lady's wall and land in her toilet. Two minutes later, the missile explodes, taking half of the Hippie Lady's roof and her entire side wall with it.*
Uh oh. Where's the Misc Fast Response Rebuilding Squad?
It would probably be eaten by a sehlat. You better stay here.Seriously, RJ, we've been discussing this a lot, and we've decided that we will be better off on Vulcan. I promise, we will come back to visit. Maybe even quite soon -- I haven't totally ruled out the possibility of adopting one of the Crazy Cat Lady's kittens. I mean one of Leo and Stripe's kittens.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
They are union. They don't start work until 1030am, then they take a break at 1045, then lunch at 1115, then another break at 12, then the shift is over and they go home.
Is a weekend job still available? Deranged Nasat hopes he hasn't been fired from his weekday job, but it's bettr to be safe than sorry...
It would probably be eaten by a sehlat. You better stay here.Seriously, RJ, we've been discussing this a lot, and we've decided that we will be better off on Vulcan. I promise, we will come back to visit. Maybe even quite soon -- I haven't totally ruled out the possibility of adopting one of the Crazy Cat Lady's kittens. I mean one of Leo and Stripe's kittens.
If we were talking about a normal, domesticated cat, I would share your concern. But a liger -- he/she will be just fine. Poor sehlats.
The day went well. Or did it? Daniel's never dealt with children before and, although he tried to hide it, he's racked with insecurity. Does Soda like his daddy? Did he prefer it at Hippy Lady's house? Daniel begins to panic about the future, needs some fresh air, and goes for a walk at 3am.