HELLLLLOOOOO! Mad God here! And over there, but that's not important. What is important:
Ever drive your 342nd daughter to East Mania Elementary in a Triangular Mobiculum?
A more jostly form of conveyance I have yet to endure; except maybe riding a bear, but at least they have four-wheel drive.
You lot probably think of the Dwemer as genius incarnate, and well, they did create mechanical spider legs, the ability to blow steam out of your chest, and author the questionably fabulous "How to Resurrect an Angry God, but Allowing a Madman to Do So is a very, VERY Bad Idea," .....but transportation?
Cruel AND unusual. I usually like both of those, especially the latter, but YOU try having your head bumped into the inverse angle of a pointy roof 75 times a minute and see how you like it!!!
Actually, I liked the aforementioned book. Thought the premise was a bit...misguided, though.
Anyway, me daughter was complaining that I wasn't driving. I calmly explained that I know these paths like the back of me foot, and all I had to do was point the blasted thing in the right direction, and we'd get there eventually.
She rather not calmly shouted something from her favorite bedtime story, "Worm Diagnostics and Guarana Crepes: Similarities and Differences," about straight lines, and obstructions, I think. Oh, and something about if I dump her off at West Dementia again, I'll never see me spleen again.
Well, needless to say, I couldn't have that, so I got in the confounded passenger seat and let Haskill drive.
I bet you're wondering who the mother is, eh? I bet you'd think you'd be surprised if it was Valaste, wouldn't YOU?!
Well, you CAN'T be surprised.
Because I AM THE SURPRISE.
Most sincerely,
Uncle Sheo
Edited by Morimizo on May 7, 2016 4:37AM