As always, the deadline is nominally Sunday at midnight, Eastern. Sunday at midnight also happens to be less than 12 hours after my arrival at my new apartment in Indiana and about 32 hours before I start my new job at AndyMark. Your patience on judging is appreciated.
Billfred stumbles into his intervention.
“Um oh hey guys what’s up”
“Look, Billfred. We love you, and you have a problem. These aren’t Jane’s puns, and they shouldn’t be yours either.”
There once was a guy named Billfred
Who had to pack up his storage shed
To AndyMark for employment
And to Indiana for enjoyment
So he just had a garage sale instead
Here we see the wild billfred entering his natural habitat.
His likely thoughts are probably a mix between “what the hell did they do to my dune buggy”, and “wait, are they making a documentary?”
Darth Vader as a younger man, showing the half-helmet he preferred back then. Here we see him pranking Yoda’s workshop, which the old gnome usually keeps as organized as The Container Store.
