Telephone: Ring. Ring. I have a phone call that is potentially really good news. Ring ring.
Scott (our hero): Good news? Oh boy! Hello?!
Mysterious Stranger: Mr. Hunter? This is Bill! We looked over your brakes like you wanted.
Scott: Well I suppose that's good n-
Bill (apparently): We're going to have to rambone your oscillators and your drivejimmies are total collywobbles on the front axle. Your bill is going to come to one solid kick in the junk and twenty minutes worth of us all laughing at you during our coffee break.
Scott: I.. what? My drivejimmies? That's n-
Bill: Mmmm, yeah. Well, listen. I can help you out. (keys clacking) I can go ahead and knock off ten minutes from your bill if you upgrade to our Extended Lifetime Super Robot Zombie Insurance Policy Plan. We guarantee that no robot zombies, super or otherwise, will cause an excessive amount of dryrot on your rightmost exterior driveshaft boot array for the lifetime of the warranty.
Scott: That... that sounds good?
Bill: Great! We'll have that ready by noon. You can pay when you pick up the vehicle. Make sure to bring a sacrificial knife for the Ceremony of Life Essence Transference!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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