
Monkeys control robots with their minds
Today an arm with a marshmallow. Tomorrow, a flamethrower.
Between Dan’s fear of monkeys and my distrust of robots, we’ve got the makings of a gun-collecting compound out in the sticks.

Monkeys control robots with their minds
Today an arm with a marshmallow. Tomorrow, a flamethrower.
Between Dan’s fear of monkeys and my distrust of robots, we’ve got the makings of a gun-collecting compound out in the sticks.
Yeah, I think I’m going to go ahead and never eat anything again.
Pour rum over ice, add ginger beer, and stir. Garnish with a slice of lime, glower sulkily out the window, repeat.
We get the skins!