Wandering the back-side of the universe isn’t for the faint of heart. What? I said that already. Given… Every so often you slip yourself over on a big puddle of goo that you don’t expect, lurking, clinging and glistening like an unexpected sneeze hung out on some solder tips. Not dangerous. Nasty. But mostly safe. Just don’t take a bad step on it.

So, I says to the slug, “Yo. How about YOU climb up the cable and see where all the juice is coming from. Why am I always risking my neck for these things, huh?” And do you know what he says? He says, “Well, uh, Telo, you’s the one with the four hands.” What? I don’t need to take that kind of thing from him.

On top of it all, the cable is spitting juice all over the place. Spraying. Gobs and gobs of it. And I always figure since we’re out here we may as well patch the place up a little. I get up there — blind, mind you — and there’s juice everywhere. Gawd. I hate this part. It’s been leaking here for a while. These things happen, but — but — but it got me to thinking that there was more going on than we originally thought. These things happen, but a break like that was no accident, if you know what I mean.

This is a non-story pilot panel | Originally Posted 2010-03-22