Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I had been trying to roto-till and the soil had been too wet. This causes it to clump up and clog the blades. I was clearing the blade housing out when they took me by surprise again. It was after all a rather foggy morning and the sun had been waging another losing battle, I think it was raining but I couldn't really tell. Well I nearly had a fit, the Thugoninite I knew as Microwave Boy pathed a gotcha right in to my brain. It started rattling off a list right away, and it became clear after I regained my composure, they had come shopping. The wheels began to turn in my head and I devised a scheme to become the sole retail outlet for the creatures. Well actually, I had a little more than a year to come up with it. After they had left I realized that may be they had gotten a better deal than I thought. I pledged to myself that if the Thurgonards ever came again I wouldn't be such a sucker. Microwave boy played right into my hands.