Trax: Give me a choice between a can of whoop ass and a mechanical tuneup at some kind of altruisitic medical facility and I'd choose the latter. Everyone expects me to be a broken little toy winding itself up and whining to thin air.
Cleu: You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can't pick a side?
Trax: I have a habit of tuning out when things go wrong, hence when people are blaming and torturing me.
Cleu: Looks like the "Space Cadet" is actually a vet!
Trax: I used to think God put my spirit on the moon in my past afterlife to look and listen to the various personas of the world.
Cleu: You mean God taped your eyelids open and forced you to watch CNN?
Trax: Loca has a radioscanner and news informative programming built into her infotronics. We will be talking about something and then she will blurt out about an earthquake or a flood or a volcano erupting.
Cleu: Yeah I need an android too! How come you get all the fun?
Trax: Because I'm a clairvoyant dreampath and I had a dream about someone making an attempt on Flipsidz life. Which I then told to Charma and it got through to him. It was actually true to form and he changed his own future. Destiny deals blackjack and fate hold a stacked deck playing poker with tragedy.
Cleu: What about "Go Fish" and "Uno"?
Trax: They are kinda like dilemna's dominos catering to a pawn playing "Yahtzee"!
Cleu: Or porn playing "Scrabble"?
Trax: I think they like "Coed Naked Twister" better...but I'd be a dealer feeler on that bandwagon.
Cleu: Just don't ask me to play dog pee "Slip and Slide "!
Trax: Or "Minefield Hopscotch"?
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