27 May “Yeah–two roads go in different directions, yo”, I reply to Bilta, “but, they get to the, exact, same place so take the faster route.”
“I’m going as fast as I can”, he replies as he pushes the lever in the space.jet forward, “it doesn’t have much more digital.power, boss.”
“Make more power, Bilta”, I reply as I shift on the couch in my living room.
I pause; I reach forward and pick up my soda; I take a sip; it’s cold and refreshing like a summer breeze.
“So anyways”, I continue speaking as I lean back and put my feet up on the small wooden table, “you see now that you need to learn more about driving the space.jet before I can just give you the digital.keys, yo?”
“That makes sense”, he replies as he sets the small digital.toy back on the shelf, “I guess.”
He pauses; he turns his head to me.
“No–I’m just kidding”, he continues, “I have, like, no clue what the fuck you are talking about.”
“Excuse me”, he replies as he sits in the recliner, “what are you talking about?”
“It’s a small breed of fawnage in the ODNE desert”, I respond as I turn my head to the digital.TV, “that’s our next mission. We have been asked to place digital.transmitters on to several specimens–the point to record data and gather valuable data about growth and movement.”
“Like crazy”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “and, that’s the problem–you don’t know when they are going to just show up.”
I pause; I lean forward and pick up my soda; I take another sip; it’s cold but not too much.
“Bam!”, I shout, “fucking cock cactus sneaks up on you–like you never know when that is going to happen. It’s kind of a problem–we need to start recording data on their migration pattern. We want to start setting up a small perimeter to funnel them to the cactus sanctuary in the middle of the desert.”
“That’s interesting”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to look out the window, “I have never heard of cock cactus–I am going to do some digital.internet research before we head over there.”
I pause; I turn my head to him; I turn my head to the digital.grandfather.clock.
“Um”, I continue speaking as I turn my head back to him, “we leave in 0.628292746 nanoseconds, yo.”
“Do I need to bring anything?”, Bilta replies as he turns his head back to me, “I have a change of clothes in my backpack.”
“Just a postive attitude”, I reply as I turn my head back to the TV.
I lean forward and pick up the digital.remote. I turn up the volume on the digital.music.player.
“Why do we never listen to the TV with volume, boss?”, Bilta asks as he turns his head to me.
“It’s just how it’s done”, I reply as I sigh, “it’s been that way for a while–so why don’t you consider getting a small music player with some digital.headphones, yo?”
“For the cock cactus migration project?”
“No”, I respond as I shrug, “just in general–it helps keep your head in check.”
“That’s interesting, yo”, digital.Bilfty2.1 exclaims.
“Yes”, I reply to him as I roll my eyes, “we did not forget that you were here.”