Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Hotel Nepenthe: The Dispatcher

I'm sorry, Miss.  None of the cabs are free...

I'm like that guy.  In space...

Everything is the same, except for one little thing...

Dead.  Instantly.  Did a lot of damage to "Frozen Foods" as well, I heard.

He's in love, but he can't tell her.

She smelled like lemons and Noxema.

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