
There was no need to get all huffy and the policeman was only doing his job when he gave you the ticket. Parking is sometimes a problem in the village but there was just plain no need to use Mitchell Park. And leave that big magic ray gun thingy home next time for cryin' out loud. Now that clock doesn't work...you know the one you clobbered with the gangplank and zapped when it dented that weird car you drove.
Honest to God. And what is with this guy Gort you sent over?. Manners manners manners; they mean a lot to us..... he was just getting all weird when we told him the tasting was Saturday so next time come yourself (you owe us for a display by the way - if you knock it over you own it is the rule around here).
Try again from 3-6 today and a "Klaatu barada nikto" to you too.
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