Not the usual...

Todays picture probably isn't funny, but I forgot to upload when I had the other computer thismorning, so I have to make do with... HOMELESS GUY and his POORLY CONSTRUCTED ROBOT.

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, called Hoffen Boffen, lived a homeless man. His name was Teej. (because he looks like a Teej, that's why)

This homeless man had been very homeless for a very long time, but he had a dream, one day, he would find some FLOSS. 

However, in the world of Hoffen Boffen, there is very little floss.

To aquire FLOSS, Teej would have to battle his way through mutant beasts until he would reach the FLOSS-TREE of mount Hubajawoobajaoobajagoobajawoojie.

Teej, being a resourceful little oaf, decided to build himself a battle-walker to aid him in his quest for FLOSS. 

<- insert tinkering noises here->

The battle-walker constructed, Teej girded up his pantaloons, tightened his hipster scarf, screwed in more properly his eye-gadget-mathingy and mounted his POORLY CONSTRUCTED ROBOT.

"For proper dental hygiene!" cried Teej in a loud voice.

"And for something to do on this exceedingly boring planet of Hoffen..." he added tersely.

Off he went on his steed of rusted steel, robot knight of Hoffen

Off he went to floss after every meal. homeless prince of Boffen.

His guns did blaze, the smoke did rise, until our knight was coughin'

But on he strode, his bot he rode, cause' beasts he was a-choppin'.

Up to the peak of the mountain he battled, 

His bones a-jarrin' as his robot rattled,

"I WILL get the floss..." he quietly prattled.

The last mutant beasts fled before him, and fortunately so, because he had just run out of ammo. The motor in his POORLY CONSTRUCTED robot whirred and protested as he climbed closer to the peak. It coughed and spluttered and finally gave out, just a few hundred feet from the FLOSS-TREE of mount Hubajawoobajaoobajagoobajawoojie.

Teej began to climb the nearly vertical rocks towards the tree, sweating like a pair of sumo-wrestlers barbecuing in a sauna. 

One more pull, over one final rock and he would have his FLOSS.

With a gasp, Teej surmounted the final rock, and stood upon the mountain-top of Hubajawoobajaoobajagoobajawoojie.

But there was one final enemy that guarded the FLOSS-TREE... it was... A small bat-ling.

Slapping the infant bat to the side, Teej grabbed handfuls of floss and stuffed them into his voluminous pockets, cramming them full to the brim with FLOSS. 

And that is the story of how Teej and his POORLY CONSTRUCTED ROBOT acquired FLOSS and PROPER DENTAL HYGIENE. 

THE END