It was a retirement gift of sorts but I needed to brighten clean up the place.
Getting rid of the big dark box in the fronting lake helped.
Because Lemon Free State may be going away soon. Fruit headed Mike ponders possible futures without it. And perhaps without Pat as well. They get along so well together, though! Table meeting, then. Before it’s too late.
Upstairs. Quickly!
—–
“Woman -from -the -future!” he began in a clipped way, making her respond that she’s just across the table and not far away in time. No need for shouting or such clear enunciation.
“Clear,” he said to this. “Big Box.”
“Yeah, that’s done.”
“My… boys.” He cocks his head while looking down a bit.
“Yess?”
He looks up. “Pat. Pat, yes. Pat just join. AM for PM. W-whatever that means,” he admits.
“Oh okay,” says the woman from the future, who we’ve called Eyela before, because of the supposed singularity. But really she has 2 eyes — just covers up one with gears and pretends it doesn’t work. So, different from that show she’s derived from. Speaking of which…
“‘Futurama’… dead,” he sputtered, looking at her hair now.
“Yeahh,” she acknowledges. “Jokes didn’t land hard enough. Unlike *yours*.”
“Ermmmm,” he says, which could mean agreement or disagreement or nothing at all, reader’s choice.
“‘Adventure Time’. I’ll say it if you can’t. How close are *you* to your source character? And — I think us cartoon characters should stick together. Not war with each other. I can co-exist with you.”
“Ermmmm (must mean disagreement or displeasure because of what’s to follow). Pat,” he insists. “You get up now. Buh bye, now. Buh bye.” He waves her up. She huffs but raises from the chair anyway, prepares to leave. His eyes go blank for a second.
“I-I have summoned Pat. Pat will come now.”
“Not what I’ve heard,” Eyela, this woman from the future attempted to joke.
“Ermmmm.”
She shifts her weight, ponders another possibility. “What if Iii…” She ponders some more.
“Yess?”
“… do *this*.”
“My boys!”
Sunklands 