Lights out.
I thought I told you to pay the bill before we left. Well, if you did, why the hell is it sitting here on the counter? Riddle me that, Batman! WHAT? Well, of course you can't see it. The lights aren't on ... BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T PAY THE BILL. Man god damn, now I have to give lessons on household finance. I ask Marvin (my personal robot assistant) to do one thing, ONE THING, before we set off on our Ned Trek Live Springtime Extravaganza Tour 2019 , and he screwed it up. I put the electric bill in front of him, hooked a pen into his prehensile claw, and told him to cut a check to National Grid, post haste. Nothing. And now we've come home from our less than triumphant interstellar tour to a dark hammer mill with a leaky roof and a family of turtles living in our studio. And no, they're not subletting. Yes, friends, we are back on terra firma, and none too soon. No, we didn't get to the Small Magellanic Cloud. We kept flying towards it, hoping it would get a li...