If you ever see us walking and I am repeating over and over in a very quiet voice, "The future is here. The future is here. The future is here," it's because a drone just buzzed us.
Throw tennis balls at the drones. When possible. Or just run.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
1 comment:
that is seriously scarey...
valpig
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