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| Holy shit. I thought they were giving me a helper monkey or something. What the crap are you? | |
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| I'm spotty the space adventuring sock puppet! | |
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| Ohhhh man, this isn't cool. Ok Spotty, how do I radio mission control? I need to find out how to get back home again. | |
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| Actually, there's no radio, Mr Hellwig. There's pretty much no nothing. | |
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| Well what the hell sort of "competition" did I win then? I'm going to have some pretty stern words to the people at lardboy when I get back! | |
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| It was pretty well rigged up with the sole purpose of getting you on a one way course to the sun. I'm just here to distract you untill we get into orbit... Wheeee! Isn't it fun being in space?! | |
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