You might think that it takes a team of expert mountaineers with world-class climbing gear to conquer the Matterhorn, but I got to thinking about it and there’s a simpler way to conquer the Matterhorn… just crash the Antimatterhorn into it. Problem solved.
I’m not the kind of guy who needs a flashy sports car that can transform into a giant killer robot. I drive a station wagon that, on certain very rare occasions when the electrical wiring is up for it, transforms into an economy-sized, fuel-efficient robot. (If the wiring isn’t up for it, it just stalls.) Anything more than that would be showing off.
That’s it for today. Obviously I need more sleep. If you’d like to contribute to my caffiene replenishment fund, you know where to find me.