So barrel bottom boy and I got to talking and I was thinking, why not throw a party on the satellite? What could be the harm?

Who wants to watch bad movies until their eyes bleed and their mind is as a mush?

Oh, did I mention I was in space? Important that. I bet we could throw a better party than Servo could.

I don't suppose anyone out there happens to be a dog, or a dog like beast?
Satellites don't move themselves.

Joel, my dear Joel, you seem to have picked a strange place to talk to people. Strange enough where I was able to talk to Sherlock Holmes almost as soon as I got here.

Dare I ask how this is possible or should I just go back to playing hide and seek with the known universe? The second option sounds considerably more reasonable then actually trying to figure out how a computer got to that part of time and was able to work at all.

Then again with the lives we lead I should probably just sit back and relax, trying to justify that isn't something that should be done unless you're ready for your dome to explode.

Beh, but on to the real point. Hello Dramadrama duck, I am Tom Servo. And I JUST beat Crow to coming here, ha ha~ Take it Crow! I win! Now YOUR last!