I have no ass and I must poop!

[Payne]

With permission, I would like to print this for postergasm.

Feel free.

[Doktor Howl]

That made me feel better, and that's good, because I was feeling pretty alienated.  Still am, just not so much.

Thank God for Scotsmen.  Even if they wear kilts so people don't know they've drunkenly shat themselves.

For me, it speaks to the difference between "Not Making A Difference, Due To Scale", and "Not Making A Difference, Due To Inactivity". The alienation, it seems, is almost inevitable these days. Not so long ago we were encouraged to "Reach Out And Touch Someone"... If we do that today, we'll be arrested.

But you are not alone, with only your monkey. You are merely distant.

You are Fighting The Good Fight, and are not losing.

You are here.

I gotta think about that a minute.

And I feel a need to torment the engineer.  BRB.

[Adios]

With permission, I would like to print this for postergasm.

Feel free.

Thank you so much.

[Richter]

Nicely done Dok.  This got my bean working, just have to get clear of work and practice with tiem to shart it out. 

[Doktor Howl]

Nicely done Dok.  This got my bean working, just have to get clear of work and practice with tiem to shart it out. 

No hurry.  I'll be here all the week, as the German comedian said.

[Richter]

It reminded me I jsut STARE sometimes.  you know the 100 yrd. deal?  I jsut didn't get it the hard way.

The bitch is, my mind may be in neutral, I can be as grim and grey as I like, I jsut can't stop SMILING ont eh inside.  Like my face is jsut a bad joke spread out thin over a grinning skull.  I stare at my monitor, my co workers, drivers on teh road, or my roomies, and they don't know I'm smiling.  It makes me want to do that special laugh scream combo. 

I'm OK really.  Im durable,a nd damn lucky comapred to peopel with real problems.  May as WELL smile. Rictus indeed.   

[Doktor Howl]

It reminded me I jsut STARE sometimes.  you know the 100 yrd. deal?  I jsut didn't get it the hard way.

The bitch is, my mind may be in neutral, I can be as grim and grey as I like, I jsut can't stop SMILING ont eh inside.  Like my face is jsut a bad joke spread out thin over a grinning skull.  I stare at my monitor, my co workers, drivers on teh road, or my roomies, and they don't know I'm smiling.  It makes me want to do that special laugh scream combo. 

I'm OK really.  Im durable,a nd damn lucky comapred to peopel with real problems.  May as WELL smile. Rictus indeed.   

Richter, you DO in fact have a serious crazy vibe about you.  It took me about an hour to get past that, on my first day in Providence.

On the other hand, there's no sense being sane in THIS nation.  You'd be killed by the upside down people, and perverts would eat your brains.

Besides, you can always be counted on to explain things in ways that make sense (ie, the Sesame Street thing), even if everyone has to spend 3 days afterward waiting for the horripilation to go down so they don't look like frightened cats.

[Prince Glittersnatch III]

Human resources? They are more like political janitors, they sit behind their desks pushing paperwork, handling the bananas to give out to the other monkeys. Sitting above these Janitor monkeys are the robots who demand the monkeys work for less bananas so the robots can have more oil. Whose bright idea was it to hire monkeys to work on the machines? Not sure maybe it was a robot, maybe it was a monkey...

All I know is I have to get up before the sun to sit in a large cage with other monkeys to the big tree, and earn a banana for the day.

One thing that I suddenly find very interesting is that we have old primates who don't do anything sitting on most of the bananas, and anyone who says that's wrong - or doesn't want to give the old primates more bananas - is called a "communist".

I mean, I've always known that, but now it intrigues me that so little effort is required to brainwash the smaller primates.

You feed the poor and your a saint,
you ask why theyre poor and your a communist.

[Doktor Howl]

Human resources? They are more like political janitors, they sit behind their desks pushing paperwork, handling the bananas to give out to the other monkeys. Sitting above these Janitor monkeys are the robots who demand the monkeys work for less bananas so the robots can have more oil. Whose bright idea was it to hire monkeys to work on the machines? Not sure maybe it was a robot, maybe it was a monkey...

All I know is I have to get up before the sun to sit in a large cage with other monkeys to the big tree, and earn a banana for the day.

One thing that I suddenly find very interesting is that we have old primates who don't do anything sitting on most of the bananas, and anyone who says that's wrong - or doesn't want to give the old primates more bananas - is called a "communist".

I mean, I've always known that, but now it intrigues me that so little effort is required to brainwash the smaller primates.

You feed the poor and your a saint,
you ask why theyre poor and your a communist.

This.

[Adios]

How ya doing, Dok?

[Doktor Howl]

How ya doing, Dok?

Smiling.  I have a mile wide grin.  Oh, yeah.

[Payne]

How ya doing, Dok?

Smiling.  I have a mile wide grin.  Oh, yeah.

Oh dear.

Am I going to have to do The Smile Sermon again?

[Doktor Howl]

Kind of surprised Alphapance didn't weigh in on the last 2 paragraphs of this.  

[Doktor Howl]

How ya doing, Dok?

Smiling.  I have a mile wide grin.  Oh, yeah.

Oh dear.

Am I going to have to do The Smile Sermon again?

I don't think it would help, to be honest.

[Payne]

How ya doing, Dok?

Smiling.  I have a mile wide grin.  Oh, yeah.

Oh dear.

Am I going to have to do The Smile Sermon again?

I don't think it would help, to be honest.

It didn't help Squiddy either.