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rackofbadcds2017-02-16 05:03 pm
trombones) wrote in rackofbadcds2017-02-16 05:03 pm
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How did you wind up here? Who knows. Who cares. One minute you're on a walk, the next minute you pass by this guy's driveway.
The faint sound of something plays as you get closer. There's a guy there. Or rather, a skeleton. Skeleton monster. Whatever, he looks like a cartoon. He's reclined back in a lawn chair with a long twisty straw in his mouth, attached to a bright pink drink in a mason jar. Next to him, two child's playpens are just barely holding themselves together on the concrete.
A good collection of eight or nine roombas move around inside them. They're all on. Circling the pen, bumping into the walls and each other, turning, circling, cleaning. It's a weird dance at this point.
There's a cardboard sign between the pens:
roomba daycare
$1
roomba eggs not guaranteed
The faint sound of something plays as you get closer. There's a guy there. Or rather, a skeleton. Skeleton monster. Whatever, he looks like a cartoon. He's reclined back in a lawn chair with a long twisty straw in his mouth, attached to a bright pink drink in a mason jar. Next to him, two child's playpens are just barely holding themselves together on the concrete.
A good collection of eight or nine roombas move around inside them. They're all on. Circling the pen, bumping into the walls and each other, turning, circling, cleaning. It's a weird dance at this point.
There's a cardboard sign between the pens:
roomba daycare
$1
roomba eggs not guaranteed
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Their lawn might have some holes in it now, though. As though a small but determined dog had started to bury many tiny bones wherever the flamingos had been. But that's hardly an emergency; the lawn's herbs and wildflowers and grass and stuff, it'll grow back to cover them eventually.
"...This incident is escaping me. Should I be glad I don't remember?"
no subject
Sans shrugs his non-margarita hand up in the air. He high-fives the roomba next to him in the process. No elaboration. These are just things that happen in their lives, apparently.
"And you pulled me out kind of like that, because I was pretty stuck. Neck-deep stuck. I bend better than the flamingos, though."