“Helloooo! Can I ask you... oh, you
don't have a mouth. Well, this is awkward.”
*Go on, ask.*
“Wow, telepathy! Sorry, I shouldn't
have presumed anything. As I was saying, I'd like to ask...”
*Let me stop you right there. I perceive the question. I must
decline, and I must ask you a question—how did it come to
this? Where did it go wrong?*
“Am I at the right table?”
*Probably not.
That's okay. If you'll excuse me, I was just leaving. I have some
alcohol molecules to assimilate. Enjoy the mummery of late-stage
capitalism!*
“Yes, thank you! She seems nice. Am I
even at the right party? Did I overshoot the timeline again? This is
getting so confusing. Still, I bet one of these ladies will be
interested in my... oh, you're back!”
*Do you have a
free sample?*
“Yes!”
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