They’re not pants, they’re an ASS CAGE.
It’s not a vacuum cleaner, it’s a CHOKING ROBOT.
It’s not an alarm clock, it’s the METAL AWAKENING.
It’s not a door, it’s a WALL COFFIN.
It’s not a freezer, it’s a DINNER SARCOPHAGUS.
Those aren’t stairs, that’s a MUTILATED FLOOR.
That’s not a toothbrush, it’s a MOUTH INVADER.
That’s not a phone, it’s a VOICE PRISON.
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I like some of these. I'm in mind of a steampunk-esque alternative naming festival, as I press the plungers on my word-board, pumping letter-facsimilations into the aether, where they become legion, distributed throughout the globe, (indeed, beyond, because they could, potentially, be detected upon the orbital islands our astromancers have caused to be erected in the outer aether), yet, although omnipresent, they will only manifest themselves upon the glow-canvas of your reassembler, miraculously ordered just as I sequenced.
ReplyDeleteHee! These are great!
ReplyDeleteGlow-canvas! Love this Soubriquet.
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