TET:TET

[Gallade]

You're about fifty years too late on the rabble rousing train.

Give in to the consumerism, there's disposable income to blow on random tat, sugar, Steam Sales...

Too late, you say? On the contrary, my dear! I have arrived just in time, for history tends to repeat itself.

Mid-cycle?

2040 is a popular doom year, try then. Or the apex of 2025 - 2030. Back in that time machine, gent.

[Hurdergaryp]

Too late, you say? On the contrary, my dear! I have arrived just in time, for history tends to repeat itself.

Mid-cycle?

2040 is a popular doom year, try then. Or the apex of 2025 - 2030. Back in that time machine, gent.

Ain't got time to wait that long, 2020 is the year when everything becomes unraveled.

[Gallade]

Mid-cycle?

2040 is a popular doom year, try then. Or the apex of 2025 - 2030. Back in that time machine, gent.

Ain't got time to wait that long, 2020 is the year when everything becomes unraveled.

Sorry, governments and businesses plan that far ahead. No armageddon for now, unless you've got a doomsday weapon stashed away somewhere.

.... Do you have a doomsday weapon stashed away somewhere?

[Valrifell]

Mid-cycle?

2040 is a popular doom year, try then. Or the apex of 2025 - 2030. Back in that time machine, gent.

Ain't got time to wait that long, 2020 is the year when everything becomes unraveled.

2020 is the far-flung futuristic year where:

self-driving cars are widespread
half the world runs on 100% renewable energy sources
Extreme poverty has ended
Infant mortality rates are practically zero
We've landed on Mars
All automobiles are electric
Hyperloops exist
Affordable 3D printers for mass use exist

Etc. etc.

Yes, I know what you're saying "but 2020 is two years away!" hush. It sounds cool and futuristic. It'll happen. Google and NASA told me so personally.

[The Blaatschapen]

Mid-cycle?

2040 is a popular doom year, try then. Or the apex of 2025 - 2030. Back in that time machine, gent.

Ain't got time to wait that long, 2020 is the year when everything becomes unraveled.

Yeah, I've been to 2025 and in hindsight, 2020 is where it all goes down.

[Ethel mermania]

You're about fifty years too late on the rabble rousing train.

Give in to the consumerism, there's disposable income to blow on random tat, sugar, Steam Sales...

Too late, you say? On the contrary, my dear! I have arrived just in time, for history tends to repeat itself.

Just in time for xmas...

Sing with me hurdey

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day Of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth fay of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
A statue of a naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book wiuth the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with thing on one end that you can stick right in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stck anywhere, because it's bent)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my treue love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese radio.

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio,

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when to see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: 
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
Green polka-dot pajaas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

[Hurdergaryp]

Ain't got time to wait that long, 2020 is the year when everything becomes unraveled.

Sorry, governments and businesses plan that far ahead. No armageddon for now, unless you've got a doomsday weapon stashed away somewhere.

.... Do you have a doomsday weapon stashed away somewhere?

It's amazing how humans tend to try and manage the future, only to sabotage themselves with sadomasochistic glee.

[Gallade]

Too late, you say? On the contrary, my dear! I have arrived just in time, for history tends to repeat itself.

Just in time for xmas...

Sing with me hurdey

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day Of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth fay of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
A statue of a naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book wiuth the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with thing on one end that you can stick right in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stck anywhere, because it's bent)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my treue love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese radio.

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio,

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when to see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: 
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
Green polka-dot pajaas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

Meeting day, I take it?

[The Free Joy State]

Yes. I suppose one way for a corporation -- if they were so inclined -- to get everyone to tell them all their secrets would be to pretend they were too incompetent to remember them

Of course this is all very hypothetical and we have nothing to worry about at all. Everything is absolutely perfect.

That's what I try to tell myself

[Hurdergaryp]

Too late, you say? On the contrary, my dear! I have arrived just in time, for history tends to repeat itself.

Just in time for xmas...

Sing with me hurdey

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day Of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth fay of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
A statue of a naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book wiuth the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with thing on one end that you can stick right in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stck anywhere, because it's bent)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my treue love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese radio.

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio,

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when to see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: 
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
Green polka-dot pajaas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

That was like browsing through the isles of one of our local thrift stores.

[Pax Nerdvana]

Just in time for xmas...

Sing with me hurdey

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day Of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth fay of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
A statue of a naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book wiuth the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with thing on one end that you can stick right in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stck anywhere, because it's bent)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my treue love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese radio.

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio,

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when to see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: 
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
Green polka-dot pajaas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

That was like browsing through the isles of one of our local thrift stores.

Are your thrift stores that bad?

[Ethel mermania]

Just in time for xmas...

Sing with me hurdey

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)

On the fourth day Of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it, so you can listen right through the case.)

On the fifth fay of Christmas, my true love gave to me 
A statue of a naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book wiuth the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with thing on one end that you can stick right in your ear, and a thing on the other end that you can't stck anywhere, because it's bent)

On the sixth day of Christmas, my treue love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese radio.

On the eight day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio,

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when to see it on television, but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

On the twelth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange: 
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television, but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of naked lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man.
Green polka-dot pajaas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.

Meeting day, I take it?

2 of them.

And 2 of the unions have the day off, so they are out voting or something whils I have to go to meetings.

[Hurdergaryp]

Meeting day, I take it?

2 of them.

And 2 of the unions have the day off, so they are out voting or something whils I have to go to meetings.

Over time all those meetings shall be remembered by you as a single gargantuan meeting, lasting the whole of your career.

[Gallade]

2 of them.

And 2 of the unions have the day off, so they are out voting or something whils I have to go to meetings.

Over time all those meetings shall be remembered by you as a single gargantuan meeting, lasting the whole of your career.

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

[Pax Nerdvana]

Over time all those meetings shall be remembered by you as a single gargantuan meeting, lasting the whole of your career.

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

That would be a fate worse than death.

[Ethel mermania]

Over time all those meetings shall be remembered by you as a single gargantuan meeting, lasting the whole of your career.

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

I wouldn't be surprised, unfortunately.

[The Blaatschapen]

Over time all those meetings shall be remembered by you as a single gargantuan meeting, lasting the whole of your career.

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

This does explain why the government works on a zombie speed.

[Hurdergaryp]

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

This does explain why the government works on a zombie speed.

Which makes more sense than you were intending it to have, given how vampires are apparenly a symbol for Democrats, whereas the shambling undead are a metaphor for Republicans.

[The Blaatschapen]

This does explain why the government works on a zombie speed.

Which makes more sense than you were intending it to have, given how vampires are apparenly a symbol for Democrats, whereas the shambling undead are a metaphor for Republicans.

Time for some holy water.

Oh, it's all spoiled by tea that people threw in

[Gallade]

We can't be so sure it'll end. They do say that purgatory is an eternity of civil service, perhaps we're already talking minutiae from beEeyOonD tHe GraaAavE.

This does explain why the government works on a zombie speed.

Six to Eight Weeks later was an odd 28 days later prequel, I grant you.

[Hurdergaryp]

This does explain why the government works on a zombie speed.

Six to Eight Weeks later was an odd 28 days later prequel, I grant you.

"We appear to have lost your application, for which we apologize. Please try again."

[The Blaatschapen]

Six to Eight Weeks later was an odd 28 days later prequel, I grant you.

"We appear to have lost your application, for which we apologize. Please try again."

https://youtu.be/JtEkUmYecnk

[The Free Joy State]

Six to Eight Weeks later was an odd 28 days later prequel, I grant you.

"We appear to have lost your application, for which we apologize. Please try again."

And the horror soundtrack.

"You are number... one... in the queue."
*Four Seasons -- Spring* plays

[Gallade]

"We appear to have lost your application, for which we apologize. Please try again."

https://youtu.be/JtEkUmYecnk

Feck, form 838 is my departmentplease contact reception at Marseille for all inquiries related to form 838. Reception may be contacted between the hours of 08:00 and 18:00, Monday through Thursday.

[Hurdergaryp]

https://youtu.be/JtEkUmYecnk

Feck, form 838 is my departmentplease contact reception at Marseille for all inquiries related to form 838. Reception may be contacted between the hours of 08:00 and 18:00, Monday through Thursday.

The fun just never stops in the wacky world of GOVERNMENT BUREAUCRACY!