
Hmm. Reading back over that clarification, it's probably not much clearer. Think of it like a shared, virtual Stretch Armstrong where, the more everyone pulls on his limbs, the...OK, that analogy's not really working out either. I guess, just...there's a new level for Noby Noby Boy available. It's The Moon. There are people and dogs wearing spacesuits, there are penguins, there are fish, there are ambulatory crescent moons. Perhaps most exasperatingly, there are MOTHER-EFFING MOONS ROLLING AROUND ON THE MOON.
Next stop is Mars. I don't know that I'll still be able to write cogent sentences by then.
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