Yule be sorry.
We don't have a garage. This is an abandoned hammer mill, built when people didn't have cars. There is no garage here, get me? Now DON'T CALL HERE AGAIN! ( Click ! buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... ) Got to love these small town managers. It's bad enough that they pass an ordinance against squatting in abandoned properties (something Lincoln is convinced is aimed directly at us, lawyer that he is); now they've got one against all night parking. Thing is, we - that is to say, the core members of the musical collective known as Big Green - don't even have cars. We're not parking overnight on the street because we've got nothing to park. No, no - they're complaining about the big, blimp-like space vehicle we rented for our recent interstellar tour, which is still hovering over the mill like some kind of sales promotion. (The owner has yet to pick it up.) The town would hang tickets on the thing if they could find a ladder long enough. (They're talkin...