I've managed to gather the necessary ingredients for one tin-can telephone, if you're still interested. [He holds up two tin cans, some string, and a nail.] Ta-da!

[Oh, Viiiiie~. Outside your door you'll find a glittery pink vuvuzela in a box, wrapped in this paper and topped with a white bow. Attached is a note- "No marauding vuvuzela players to be seen. All the best, Tony"]

I feel like I'm stuck at some kind of children's party. All those- those giant noisemaker thingamajigs, whatever they're called.

I suppose it's better than the Captain going on some kind of murderous rampage, though. Much better. Still.

Alright. I took a look around, and this place- this place is weird. Really weird.

But it's incredible.

I mean, there's... it's bloody snowing in one place, there's this big, empty theatre in another, there's a bunch of flowers and some kind of giant building, and it's just... I don't believe this. It's like the Imaginarium, only there's lots and lots ( Read more... )