4:31 AM Forum Check

Spring Chicken

Good morning Eggheads and Headless Gobbleheads.

The plumbing alert gently reminded me that I should revive myself sufficiently from recharging mode in order to excursion in the direction of the facility maintenance department because if I failed to do so there would be consequences. Even in my state of un-fully chargement I knew what those consequences would be so I dutifully unplugged my torso and up-ended to vertical positioning with an decidedly north by northeast directional mobilization. Even before my good visualizer was fully functional I was standing before the more appropriate porcelain furniture. The pressure release lever in hand, a quick tug and any pending crisis was averted. A tap of the recycle control and follow-up hygienic protocol and that was it. I remained inside the FMD for 2.3 additional moments observing my duplicate in the shiny portion of the bulkhead and came to the confusion that surely that could not be an 'exact' duplicate of me because THAT one was sorely distorted in both shape and abundance. There was also evidence of chronological deterioration. WOW! I subconsciously explained to myself and made a mental note to have the obviously defective shiny wall recalibrated.

I moved with tender-toed caution toward the food preparation area to check the interior illuminator of the refrigeration unit. When I ajared the front panel the most dominate visual encounter was that of Fred, still in the recovery process from his recent chilling experience. He appears to be coming along nicely. Behind Fred was the illuminator and it was functioning properly.

I proceeded on to the external observation portal where I was able to externally observe the Coop and surrounding Ranch territory. All appeared to be in order. Deputy Larry Ropa was over talking to now statuefied Rodney Dangerbird, no doubt trying to talk him into becoming functional again. Little did Ropa know that I am in control of what Dangerbird can and can't do, and right now he is in 'statuesque' mode until I say otherwise. That just may happen because of recent events involving Ropa's poor performance. But I can wait to see if there are any further inquiries about the job of Chief of Security.

I moved into the Ranch communications center and found a surprisingly vocal group reporting their recent activities and inquiring about options and performance enhancers. Even Agent JLockhart19, recently disenjoined with his employer, was habitually pulling a late shift in order to add to the communicative abundance. With so many active participants, 11 Members and 63 Guests in all, I concluded that it is safe for me to return to the recharging station.

Say goodnight Leroy.

Spring "Ninety-Six Percent Sure I'm Me" Chicken
Spring Texas USA