Contrasting Prehensile Rolls Engineer
There he
stand alone in his fortress of loneliness, an enduring symbol of what can
happen when you mature too quickly, yet remain forever a teenager. On the right just behind him stands his only
companion, the Fopanooter B2000, a fairly expensive piece of hardware that can
not only create and store intoxicating beverages, but provide relief from
sexual tension while playing recordings of the voices of girls you knew in high
school.
One day in
April the mop will stick to his hand and it won’t come loose. He’ll go to a specialist who will recommend
hypnotic psycho-therapy, warning our subject, however, that such procedures can
result in profound changes to one’s outlook on life.
“I’ll think
about it,” our man responds as he leaves the office, rubbing the shaft of the
mop with all the tenderness usually reserved for treasured organs.
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