The truck eventually stopped at a roadside diner. I escaped, running across a wide desert. However, it seems someone doesn't want me to escape. Rover, the giant ball thing from The Prisoner, chased me for several hours. I think he joined an American border patrol, it appealed to his racist nature. I imagine a big, white blob with little purpose is a good symbol for white supremacists though.
Eventually, I fell into a ravine, dying instantly.
I must say, it is something of a bugger.
2 comments:
Nice reference and I'd have to agree about that things probable racist proclivities. Found your blog on Humor Blogs.
My mother always taught me not to trust a big, featureless blob...
Thanks for dropping by, enjoyed your blog too.
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