7.30.25 - During the quest to assay the mettle of the spaceship, we submitted it to a psych test, making me smirk.
(Sometimes, I'm pretty clever.)
7.31.25 - I’d wager the phrase “no frill, just broil” is always applicable.
(Other times, just sort of meh.)
8.1.25 - You can’t go wrong with a banjo as a gift for your noisy demon.
(Okay, back to awesome. This is absolutely prequel for "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" material.)
8.2.25 - The challenge of finding an entrance to the smoky, faded plaza did not daunt the adventurer.
(I'm noticing a pattern of awesome, boring, awesome, boring here...)
8.3.25 - If you mowed the lawn, and it felt lumpy, you should get a First Aid kit.
(Heh. First Aid kit for you or for the lawn is the question.)
8.4.25 - The incident with the motel made of sugar caused the city to be much more rigid with the building permits they issued.
(So many questions. Who would build a motel out of sugar? How? Why? WHY?? What, exactly, was "the incident"?)
8.5.25 - “Hey, Sport,” the robot stork said gently, “let me offer you an intro to your story.”
(I'm hoping that the story starts off with a robot stork offering to give me an introduction to a story....about a robot stork offering to give me an introduction to a story...about a robot stork...)
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