Dear Diary,
Written in an elegantly tooled black leather-bound book. Said book is held closed with a distressingly complicated-looking locking mechanism which is attached via thin metal and rubber tubing to a slim, but ominous, brass canister bound to the spine.
Interesting.
That door may not be a trap, after all. Which is not to say it wouldn't require some careful watching of my footing. I think I'm starting to get a hint of what the Doc meant by running with the big boys. Got a good deal of talking to do with Chaz, I reckon.
On a completely different note: while I intend to hold my Mr. G. to his charming promise of a future family outing, if he starts building us clockwork children or pneumatic newborns I think I might have to start worrying about him. Just a little bit.
Interesting.
That door may not be a trap, after all. Which is not to say it wouldn't require some careful watching of my footing. I think I'm starting to get a hint of what the Doc meant by running with the big boys. Got a good deal of talking to do with Chaz, I reckon.
On a completely different note: while I intend to hold my Mr. G. to his charming promise of a future family outing, if he starts building us clockwork children or pneumatic newborns I think I might have to start worrying about him. Just a little bit.