Dog days.
What the hell. I thought I put that sucker out to the curb. Is that the same one, or another, identical one? Hey... same to you, Lincoln! Jeezus. Why are you so bad tempered? Man, I'll tell you - tempers run short here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in the middle of July. All this heat... it's driving us mad! Those of us who weren't mad to begin with, that is. (Strangely, it kind of drives Mitch Macaphee, our mad science advisor, sane.) I'm just trying to clear out the clutter a little bit, and I threw out a beam of wood. I mean literally, I threw it out the window in hopes the trash collectors would pick it up. Next thing I know, it's back in the freaking hallway. I guess Lincoln (or perhaps anti-Lincoln... I keep mixing them up because the heat makes them switch personalities) has grown attached to that particular fallen roof beam, or was perhaps planning to whittle it into something more attractive. Don't know for sure, but he appears to have taken the...