"Hey, boss!", Bilta yells as he enters the living room with the platter of food, "I cooked up all the hotdogs and there's, some, potato.salad, yo!" » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“Hey, boss!”, Bilta yells as he enters the living room with the platter of food, “I cooked up all the hotdogs and there’s, some, potato.salad, yo!”

“Hey, boss!”, Bilta yells as he enters the living room with the platter of food, “I cooked up all the hotdogs and there’s, some, potato.salad, yo!”

“Oh my God, Bilta”, I reply as I sigh, “you cooked up all 24 of the hotdogs from the digital.pack, yo?”

I pause; I roll my eyes; I sigh again.

“And, digital.Bilfty2.1”, I continue as I turn my head back to the digital.TV, “you put the potato.salad in a 5-gallon bucket–do you think that we are pigs?”

Bilta turns his head to Bilfty2.1.

“Yeah”, he replies as he shrugs, “I don’t know–it’s all that’s in the kitchen.”

“Yeah”, I respond as I shake my head, “it’s been difficult since she’s been gone. We’ll make do–just, grab a couple plastic.platters from the cupboard.”

I turn my head to Bilfty2.1.

“Yeah”, I explain as I shrug, “it’s fine–hotdogs, like, literally, never go bad. We’ll have food for this week–grab the ketchup and mayonaise from the digital.refrigerator.”

I turn around and walk over to the sofa in my living room. I sit down and pick up the remote off the small wooden table. Turning up the volume on the TV, I put my feet up on the coffee table.

“Hey Bilta”, I yell out as I shuffle on the couch, “put another pot of coffee in the machine–we have a lot of work to do on this next digital.mystery.  And, Bilfty2.1, hurry up with the plates–I want to eat and get back to Planet MWNO.”

Moments later, I set the digital.napkin on my platter.

“That was delicious”, I continue to the velociraptors, “you ready to head out now, yo?”

“Give me one moment”, Bilta replies as he shoves the rest of the hotdog in his mouth.

“Almost ready”, Bilfty exclaims as he chugs his cold soda, “I have been waiting on this, particular, mystery all day–I was born ready.”

“Yeah, whatever”, I reply as I sigh, “so anyways… grab your bookbag and a couple flashlights from the small dresser in the hallway–there’s a power outage and we need to do some investigation before engineering the relay switch replacement in the power factory just outside the middle of the town of QKNS.”

I sigh.

“I printed off the power diagram from the schematics from the digital.town.records, yo, last night”, Bilta explains as he picks up the roll of Arch D blueprints, “it looks like it should be an open and shut case–done in a jiffy.”

“Everyone says that”, I continue as I roll my eyes, “so, anyways, let’s just get there and we’ll do a quick walk through with the flashlights to see what actually was built–the as-builts and the reality are rarely identical.  We need to do some site work before submitting the plans for review, yo.”

“Yeah, whatever”, digital.Bilfty2.1 quips as he shrugs, “you’re the boss so whatever you say–I just want the paycheck.”

“They all do”, I reply as I roll my eyes.

I pause; I take another sip of my soda.

“So, anyways”, I continue as I stand up from the couch, “let’s fucking head out–it’s lame hanging out with you two all day.  I’ll be at the spacejet–leave your plates and we’ll clean up when we get back, yo.”

“Kirchhoff’s Law”, Bilta yells as he grabs his yellow bookbag.

“What?”, I reply as I quickly shake my head, “yeah, obviously.”



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