Office Hours; Office #10. Thursday [ 10/27 ].
There was a clutter of various things, some of them seemingly alive, on Farnsworth's desk, as he tinkered and fiddled and muttered to himself.
"Now, if only I could get a hold on building something to replace me for going to that stupid club by that stupid girl," he was murmuring. "Some kind of gamma powered mechanical monster, with freeway on-ramps for arms and a heart as black as coal..."
All things considered, he was making excellent progress.
[[ open door, open office, open post! ]]
"Now, if only I could get a hold on building something to replace me for going to that stupid club by that stupid girl," he was murmuring. "Some kind of gamma powered mechanical monster, with freeway on-ramps for arms and a heart as black as coal..."
All things considered, he was making excellent progress.
[[ open door, open office, open post! ]]