Some Reality Web

This is the weirdest thing. I've never seen a droid that just needed to be smacked over the head with a light saber hilt to destroy it. I didn't even have to use the blade.

It took the fun out of it.

Mother scratching shazbot.

Closet? Check.
Pillows? Check.
Slim Jims? Check.
Metal baseball bat? Double check.
Cast iron frying pan? Yep. That too, just in case. It worked for my girl Rapunzel, and it's gonna work for me too.

Cya in a couple weeks, my dudes.

Thanks, Entity. I mean, no thanks but also thanks.

We should secure the building. At the very least one floor where anyone who doesn't feel like batting little evil robots around can secure themselves.

And we definitely need a supply run no one has to go outside who doesn't need to.

These stupid jerks are going to interrupt the first Mathletes meeting, aren't they? Ugh.

I can swing a baseball bat if I have to but volleyball is really more my speed.