Echo

 

 

Echo

It has always been a common practice among Sultans to make sure that all the girls (and er, boys) in their harems took up a hobby of some sort, be it writing, playing an instrument, painting....To keep them occupied in their "off hours."

 

 

I, similarly, encourage the boys in my "harem," heh heh, to take up a pastime with which to while away the hours until we get to Fooksburgh.

 

 

 

 

For example, Bono, what do you do to pass the time?

Try to forget that I'm on this Bus.

But the booze isn't working.

Not working? Did you read the manual?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I tried to re-wire my electric toothbrush to double it's cleaning power.

But something went...wrong.

 

 

What happened?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me put it this way: If you see Sting, don't mention his limp.

Got it.

Ah, here's Salman Rushdie. He's had a nasty case of writer's block lately, so he's been spending his time playing my old Atari games.

Yes, I'm not very good though. The last time I played this one, my frog got run over by two cars.

But...you're playing Tetris.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Messing with people's minds is my favorite pastime.

Oh yeah? What do you do with your spare time that's so great?

That's great, but you know what would have been cooler?

ANYTHING.

Today I wrote a sonnet for Viggo and used the Hitchhiker's Guide to translate it into Danish! It's even in iambic pentameter!

Okay.....Um, here's my protege, Caylean. What's going on with you?

I know. *cries*

OR IS IT?

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