Cyrano: If I was president I'd have Predator drones follow ralph constantly.
Cyrano: And not always in the air. Sometimes just down the street. Smoking a cigarette...
spruce: sitting at cafes, buzzing loudly
Niteowl: coming over for Games Night
Niteowl: and failing miserably even though the clue was clearly 'Waiting for Godot'
spruce: pushing strollers (or 'prams' if you're liquid) down the street
Cyrano: Calling at 3:00am and hanging up after a spate of heavy buzzing.
Niteowl: coming in as his fourth for a quick 9 holes, not replacing its divots
spruce: Marrying him and growing old with him
Niteowl: spruce: at right on his death bed. BLAM! 3 TOMAHAWK BALLISTIC MISSLES RIGHT UP HIS POOPER
spruce: well if you've gotta go
Niteowl: not only that, but the drone will be cold and harpish during their entire marriage, always measuring him to the USS Tompkin
Cyrano: The Real Drones of NYC.
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