Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Mamaliamorphs?
Dear Johnsons and affiliates,
I once again have a job that allows me to ponder many things:
If you feed me after midnight or get me wet, I spawn a type of creature called a Robwai. A litter of them pop out of my back, and it hurts like a biotch. They are one-foot-tall versions of me. Every batch contains Robwais of different egos: benevolent, evil, crazy/whacky, buck-toothed and clueless, sophisticated/educated/british accent, etc. But most of them will just be indifferent. I would want the indifferent ones to sit on my shoulders and make sarcastic comments and stuff. I would also have the one on my left shoulder tune my guitar for me every time. Man, that'd be sweet..