Right. A few days ago we slipped under the lasers, slithered past motion detectors, aimed a night scope at the silhouette trying to calm a gaggle of squabbling cats, quickly snapped a dozen of infrareds, setting off bam, bam, bam, instantly felt the shadows fireball around us, singeing our asbestos foiled tents, stun grenades blasting our shallows, swarm of drones peppering us with dum-dums, teams of robots roaring and thrumming and spewing greenish skin-eating droplets and lung ravaging vapors, thankfully we were ready for all that, except one little oversight: a great chasm split the desert, a mushroom rose into the air, there was begoggled Ninja'd Tim hanging upside down like a giant dope-wizened bat from a black balloon, well, that's the last thing we saw before awakening atop the Empire State Building, naked and afraid.
Corralitos is a good place to 'bunker down' at. He still lives up there last I knew (2015)
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