blake's back on the road again!

So the wind is in my hair again, as Turbo and i coast along random roads in the hopes for random goodness and interesting people to meet. So far it has been a bit boring but that is also kind of good because ocassionally we will stop somewhere nice looking and i will practise some guitar for a bit. Man, guitar is really hard to play. My fingers hurt a bit but i hope i am getting better because i really want to become a decent player even if i can never make it to guitar girl's standard.

On saturday Peter and Roger were mad because they did not know where the factory had gone. Roger ripped a maxi safe cape of the wall and went back early in the morning to search for clues, but found none. He came back looking a bit sad, and i think he was disappointed because he was hoping to find some muffin crumbs or another scout report team cat to talk to. It turns out Peter knows i have been a muffin bot all along, and he told me while Roger was out. He said 'Blake, i knows you is a muffin bot because you're always talking about them in your sleep, but i think maybe you are a broken muffin bot because you have not tried to shoot us or kill us yet so i was thinking all along that having our very own muffin bot in the resistance forces could be very good for us, especially when those awful parachuting squirrel forces attack.'

However, Roger still doesn't know, and we agreed it is better that way.

I went to the bar later that night, and i went in but there was no one there. No bartender or anything. I know i probably shouldn't have but i had a walk around behind the counter and backstage and stuff, because i have never really had the chance to do so before. It is really interesting for me, but i won't bother writing it down for you because it is actually kind of boring, i think.

I sat around for a while. In fact, i sat around for a couple of hours, but nothing happened. I was a bit sad because i had hoped that someone might turn up so i could talk to them but no one did.

It felt like my time to leave had come, so i decided to head home and go to bed so i could get up early and hit the road. On my way out though, i found guitar girl on the steps, and she was playing her guitar but she wasn't singing. I told her i was sorry i scared her off last time but she said that i had made her feel really good with my comment. I asked her what happened to the factory but she wasn't sure. She said she had always been kind of sad and that my comment had made her feel like maybe there was more she could do and that made her want to write happier songs.

I felt much more comfortable around her this time and i got her to teach me some guitar. She taught me a c, a d, and a g chord, but i don't play them very well yet. She even gave me her guitar, even though i refused multiple times. She said she had plenty of them and that she knew i would enjoy playing it once i got a bit better at it. After that she said thankyou again and i said it was nothing (because really it was, you know?) and then she disappeared into the night.

I went home and played guitar until very early in the morning, and my fingers hurt. I slept in and told Peter and Roger that i would be leaving for new shores. They were a bit sad, but Peter was saying that he needed to do some more scouting around local areas soon so maybe we would bump into each other again, and when that happened we could once again fight together. Roger shook my hand and told me that although he still didn't trust me, i reminded him of a young friend he lost in the giant muffin bot battle of '65, and that was a good thing, i think.

I wish i could have said goodbye to Lanks and Grung, but maybe i will see them again somewhere anyway.

Thank you again, guitar girl Relm!

Onward and upward Blake!

Blake out.