Here we go. Let’s keep kicking the can that is this legacy!
Previously, Siesta decided that seven uniquely blossoming personalities were just too many, and shipped Ixi off to Snob School (her wish, not mine).
While I do not condone her choices, I too am overwhelmed by numbers – especially when you account for a cat, two robots, and the fact that she and Dusty are mentally five.
I decide that the easiest way to deal with this is to keep them all in one place. As in literally cram them into a singular vehicle. What could go wrong?
Kau: Are we there yet?
Acara: Obviously not. We haven’t even left.
Dudley (driving): Left?
Siesta: No! You stupid hunk of junk!
Kiko: Jeez Mom, why don’t you ship him off to boarding school too?
Dusty: Who went to boarding school?
Tonu: Another day tells the tale of flowers.
Pete: ROD TURP!
Kougra: *dying a slow death in a middle seat* Read the rest of this entry
Welcome back! Back to the Langurds, and back to the present day that actually took place three years ago (but we don’t talk about that). I have an incredibly pressing life decision to make this weekend, so naturally I’m writing this post instead.
Previously, our heiress popped out her first child (Acara) and jetted off to the future. She returns with pockets full of crystals and nanites, which are clearly what Dudley is “inspecting” here.
Siesta: Dudley no! Bad Dudley!
Dudley: Bad Dudley 😉
He’s skeevy but in the most innocent, unassuming way?