a wasted day and maybe some clues (?)

So i slept through pretty much all of monday. I don't think i have ever slept that good in my whole entire life. And that's saying something, because i am a lover of sleep and the land of dreams and all that jazz.

Anyway, before i woke up, i thought i was dreaming, but it turned out it was just Peter and Roger talking. It went a little like this:

Peter: 'I think he's one of them. Maybe we should get rid of him?'
Roger: 'I have heard of a hibernation period people go into before they are turned into muffin bots. It is like time for the nanobots to ready the gun arms and the rocket booster backs as well as build ammunition for the slaughter...'
P: 'you are an idiot Roger. Honestly.'
R: 'You are ignorant Peter, like a spoilt fat boy who says he is not fat. I know muffin bots when i sees them and that boy is a muffin bot.'
P: 'you know i don't like it when you mention my childhood like that, Roger...'
R: 'If you continue to talk like a fat boy i will beat you like a fat boy...'
P: '...'
R: 'what?'
P: 'what the hell does that mean, Roger?'
R: 'that i will beat you good.'
P: 'oh.'
R: 'what do you think it is then?'
P: 'quite obviously they have drugged him so that when he awakens he will be brainwashed. He will be convinced he is a dishwasher, much like that poor town in america where everybody thinks they are a different kitchen appliance.'
R: 'i am getting very close to slapping you Peter...'
P: 'shall we pull off the cover to check for nanobots then?'
R: '...yes. yes we shall.'

Then they pulled the sheet from me and i woke up. Peter shouted 'HA! No nanobots!' and Roger said 'he's still a muffin bot i tell you!' and they walked off into the kitchen arguing. Then i realised it was seven in the evening, and i was like 'wow! i feel fantastic!', so i ate a little food, watched some 'My Three Sons', and then went back to bed.

Today at work no one realised i had been gone, which was kind of nice. I found out where the dormitories were from Grung and i snuck down to basement level 17-C with a cylinder under my arm (you know, in case anyone asked), and had a look around. I found this beautiful acoustic guitar at the end of one of the beds (the whole level is like all beds and lockers. It's HUGE!) and i just knew it had to be hers. Unfortunately, there was no one around to ask, so i got back to work.

That's a great sign though, you know? One step at a time, bit by bit, i am working my way up to finding this girl, and when i do, i will have her teach me a few chords. Then maybe i will buy a guitar and practise.

I walked Turbo after work today. It was nice, because i haven't been able to spend much time with him recently. Roger and Peter sometimes shout messages at him that are a bit confusing because they believe him to be a direct radio connection to headquarters, but mostly they treat him really good.

Tomorrow i will slip the dormitories into conversation all casual like, and learn more about the people who stay there, where they eat, etc. Ah, the mystery!

Blake out.