The robot, it was a chicken. Oh god.
Is the car ready? Good. Engine running? Double good. No, I'm not worried about wasting gas. Last thing on my mind, damnit. Don't forget your driving shoes - there's a good chap. Hello again. Yes, we're planning a little day trip. Nothing to get too excited about - just a brief opportunity to get our butts out of this place. Plenty of incentives to do just that, now that the gravity at the Cheney Hammer Mill is out of control Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has become a walking, talking, pop-up ad machine. Oh, yes... you heard me right. Ever since he opened that noxious email and got himself taken over by a pernicious computer virus, strange things have been happening to our mechanical friend. First, B-movies started playing on his video terminal. (He was like a walking drive-in for a few days.) Next came the pop-up ads.... kind of like what you get online, except these are little signs and banners that literally pop-up out of his head at unpredictable intervals. So...