Maybe too many.
Sometimes, I smile.
Sometimes, I wince.
And then there’s the times... well... you know...
I like to call this portion of our trip... okay, so... um... the Dance Police had their annual trip to the optometrist to get their eyes checked, and they had to get their eyes dilated, so things got a little... er... you'll see.
Pssst. Web. (piano?)
Pssst. Web. (piano?)
Pssst. Web. (piano?)
Pssst. Web. (piano?)
Hold on, that's... nah, it's a dishwasher. Never mind.
Wait... wait... damn it, I can't focus.
Can't we just go to the firing range?
Let's go back to that chicken...
Chicken walks into a bar. Bartender says "What do you want?"
And the chicken says "For people to stop fucking asking me why I crossed the road."
...
Okay, it's not a good joke.
Still kinda blurry. Not sure.
Pssst. Web. (piano?)
No?
Sheesh. Okay, maybe I'll try again next week after the Dance Police have their annual colonoscopies.
Thank you, and stay tuned next wheneverthehell for the next thrilling episode.
"Hey. It's Cave. Someone's not daaaancing. Come on. You know the law - testing IS NOT a dance exemption. Don't make me call the dance police"
- Cave Johnson, Portal 2 Perpetual Testing Initiative Expansion Pack.