Bugmilk
bugs again. Real ones. Biological. Not the .m.pi.bsorry, dvorak hotkey shenanigans emergency replacement ones made to recalibrate the ecosystem. There must have been a trove of them in the crevices between my floorboards. Knew I shouldn't have cleaned so thoroughly, all it does is dislodge the safety grit that holds the bad things in. But no, I had to get bored and... well... thorough.
Now I have bugs. Real ones. Crawling around all night (probably all day too, I sleep through it though (except when they get brazen enough to crawl over my eyeballs)), doing whatever it is biological bugs do, bugging their bug stuff I suppose. But not outside, I bet they're afraid of running face to face with their superior robot counterparts and finding that the world is a better place without them. They'd rather not face their existential dilemmas and concentrate on making my life much more exasperating than it already was.
I'll make the best of it though. I'll make a fortune on "Big Sweaty Tom's Organic Bug-Milk Self Improvement Tincture" as soon as I get Tom to lend his illustrious name to it. He's a busy guy. But Bug Milk is going to be the wave of the future-retro-hot-shit-trend. People will pay all sorts of things to get authentic "olden days" bug milk, just like your grampy had in ought six point five. It'll be like sepia tone and steam powered segways and flapper dresses. I'll finally rise up to the top of the meritocracy that is our fine invisible fisted market place.
Now I have bugs. Real ones. Crawling around all night (probably all day too, I sleep through it though (except when they get brazen enough to crawl over my eyeballs)), doing whatever it is biological bugs do, bugging their bug stuff I suppose. But not outside, I bet they're afraid of running face to face with their superior robot counterparts and finding that the world is a better place without them. They'd rather not face their existential dilemmas and concentrate on making my life much more exasperating than it already was.
I'll make the best of it though. I'll make a fortune on "Big Sweaty Tom's Organic Bug-Milk Self Improvement Tincture" as soon as I get Tom to lend his illustrious name to it. He's a busy guy. But Bug Milk is going to be the wave of the future-retro-hot-shit-trend. People will pay all sorts of things to get authentic "olden days" bug milk, just like your grampy had in ought six point five. It'll be like sepia tone and steam powered segways and flapper dresses. I'll finally rise up to the top of the meritocracy that is our fine invisible fisted market place.