- posted: February 27 @ 5:22am
The Saturday before the end. He thought about going for a swim or maybe a jaunt through the streets of the city looking for someone to punch in the breadbasket. A bad guy, of course.
Instead, he pondered the whims of life; the changes in the weather and the bear that ate his family at an early age. He thought about looking for the bear, but then he remembered that all bears kind of look the same.
He put on some mittens, called up some robot friends, and they met at the pub to have some pints of motor oil. He hated this pub.