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Greetings. I am Professor Bobo, son of Koko and I am dictating this message to my companion, Observer, who says he is transmitting my every word as I say them through time and space with his mind. I don't believe him. I think he may be lying. Yes you are, Observer, you liar...No, don't hit me, I'll whump your brain but good...Look, baldy, if I have to open a can of whoop-ass on you, so be it... Oh, hi, Lawgiver, we were just playing. I'm sending a message through time and space to the twentieth century and...well, no, Lawgiver, I don't really know anyone there...well, no, I'm not getting paid...I'm exploring, Lawgiver, in the fine tradition of the heroic Ham!... What do you mean, it's a waste of the Brain Guy's time and talent?... No, I don't need to clean out my chamber, I did that weeks ago... No, I am not repeating everything you say so that the Observer transmits it back to the twentieth century so that all those people know how lame you really are. Stop. Stop hitting me. Stop. Ow! Observer, stop dictating! Stop! Ow! Ow! Stop it, ow! Ow, stop! Stop! Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop it! Ow! Stop it, mind you! Ow! Thank you, can I finish my message? Well, that's all from the...where the baboon are we anyway? Well, that's all from the furthest reaches of outer space, I guess. So long for now! [Posted 03/97] |
Is this
working? Testing? Hello? Can they really read my words?
Hello?