Ahh the old “I’m going to let you go” joke. It looks like Cruzer is at the butt of it this time.
And look, out old friends, the Cuttle Fish. I’m starting to think these guys are attracted to concentrated sources of Oxygen. Maybe that’s how they survive in deep space? Maybe they just like to fart a lot? I don’t really know, and I don’t think any of us wants to stick around long enough to find out.
Also, my hard drive is on the way out as we speak. As I glance over my shoulder, I see Dr. CHKDSK checking his clip board and subtly shaking his head at me. This drive is less than a year old, which is doubly sad.
All metaphor aside, I’m going to spend all day today writing the thing to zeroes and re-installing The King’s Windows.