I am so mixed up on this one. |
I'm looking at it and I'm thinking about it and I'm really trying to make sense of it. It's a gas station, I got that much, but tell me again how cars are supposed to fill up there?
There's a lot of stuff I don't know and I'll admit that I'm no master when it comes to physics or engineering, but really now, how do you expect a 4,000 pound car to get gas at a 7 ounce gas station?
I'm sure you can trim some weight by automating it, that's not surprising. So instead of attendants you've got a button you push that insults you by saying, "I'm Pierre, need some air?" No Pierre, I don't. If his name was Rick Intheface, I wonder if he'd be hot to offer me a kick in the face? This is madness.
As you can see I've got my team of scientists hard at work on the puzzle, but so far it's not leading anywhere. We've pushed all the buttons and heard all the goofy salutations, but still no luck. I'm barely qualified to reverse engineer a spoon, yet here I am on this job. It just ain't right.
Maybe there's something to be discovered in these tiny cars. Like, maybe it's these itty-bittles that are supposed to refuel there, but that doesn't fly either since they don't take fuel. They're toys for crying out loud. Now take crying out loud for instance, there you got something I'm an expert at.
Go on about your lives. We will keep working on this riddle until it's unraveled like my shoelaces without their fluglebinders*, which is further befuddling since I'm a velcro man. And as for calling myself a man, well let's solve the first problem first, okay?
* Are they called flugelbinders or aglets? I can never remember.
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