Sunday July 30, 2000
Book 1: The Tub of Happiness — Diplomatic Pouch of Doom


Ennesby: I've decided to be angry at you for building me with no arms or legs.
Kevyn: You just summed the problem up perfectly. You decided. You are responsible for your own happiness in this life.
Kevyn: You can change your mood, you know. Try thinking happy thoughts, or better yet, sing a cheerful childrens' song
Sign: (Misc lab equipment and decidedly non-standard lab warning signs)
SFX: Music
Ennesby: If you're happy and you know it clap your hands... Its not working.
Schlock: Hey, you, flying robot-head.
Ennesby: The name's Ennesby. what do you want?
Schlock: I need you to give me a hand with something.
Ennesby: What could you need my help with? I mean, it looks like you already have a firm grip on ironic puns...
Schlock: There's something weird about the Creeth ambassador. I want to get a tissue sample from him.
Ennesby: And this affects me how?
Schlock: Kevyn tells me you have some kind of techno telekinesis. You could sneak a sample off of him and he wouldn't see you doing it.
Ennesby: That sounds anti-social.
Schlock: Decidedly so.
Ennesby: How big a piece do you need?
Schlock: How big a piece can you sneak away with?
Narrator: Four minutes later...
Ennesby: Here you go.
Sign: (blood covered archway) Watch your head
Schlock: Do you think he noticed?
Ennesby: I seriously doubt it.
Ch'vorthq: This is wierd. I used to be able to scratch myself while I carried my briefcase. Oh, well.
SFX: (Arm stump) Wiggle Wiggle