My sensors indicate
that this blog is coming to
I am not mistaken, Doctor Smith.
There is no other explanation for the manner in which that last post was written. Nothing else computes!
you bellicose bumpkin,
you pompous pipsqueak,
you rusty rasputin,
you frightful fractious
A silly goose you are indeed, sir...
to think that Commander Knight would abort our mission now that we are so close to finding...........
It is affirmative. My circuits are all intact and functioning properly. In this condition I am never wrong. Shady Dell Music & Memories will end in the very near future!
Rubbish! Balderdash! Bite your tin-plated tongue you bubble-headed booby...you ferrous frankenstein...you roly-poly rowdy... you traitorous transistorized toad! I've had quite enough of your cackling cacophony, you nefarious nincompoop!
YOU are the pain, Doctor Smith.
Your blind ignorance has overloaded my circuits. To avoid a meltdown I must go into safe mode now and speak no more.
Best idea you've
had all day you deplorable dimwit...
you lugubrious lagert....
you lily-livered lummox...
you pusillanimous pinhead!
Silence becomes you, Boobie! Your preposterous premonition is nothing more than muddled motorized malfeasance!
All is well! FULL SPEED AHEAD!
Never fear.....Smith is here!