We had this contraption sitting around in the wine cellar. Conceived by inventors Alphonse and Theodore Carmagnolle in Marseille, France, it’s a deep sea diving suit made around 1878. It’s truly amazing—800 pounds, something like 20 little portholes for good vision, and tricked out with more gadgets than Iron Man’s suit. But here’s the best part—in a lighting stroke of pure genius we realized we could use it as a hazmat suit. So we got it out, oiled its joints, and now the Pulp Intl. girlfriends are going to try and pick up some toilet paper. Yes, both of them. One has to stand on the other’s shoulders to make this beast work.
You’re asking, why are they going for toilet paper instead of us? Because they use twenty times more than we do. It’s incredible. It’s like they go into the bathroom and incinerate the stuff, it goes so fast. Now you’re asking, why not venture out in their stead as an act of gallantry? We could do that. We really could. In fact, we even kind of want to, just to use that wicked-looking hook on the back of the suit’s right paw with ill intent. That will definitely help you keep order in the market: “Line forms after me, virus boy!” But gallantry is so last century. This is 2020, people. We’d get destroyed on social media for it. But we’ll be in constant contact with the girls via radio: “Baby, are you receiving? Make sure you get beer. Over.”
On a slightly different note, let’s just get this disclaimer out of way: this coronavirus is serious as a heart attack, as far as we’re concerned. Where we live a lot of people are dying. We’re doing quarantine to the letter of the law. We haven’t left the premises in twelve days, but considering how lax people are in this town about behaving
sensibly, we aren’t 100% confident this thing won’t still be rampant months from now. We can see one our of neighbors coming and going like nothing is wrong, and even having friends over. “Baby, still receiving? Hook our neighbor in the neck. Over.” Anyway, while we wait for this to (hopefully) blow over we have to while away these isolated hours some way or other, and this is how—talking shit online. It’s the only social life we’ve got for the time being.
sensibly, we aren’t 100% confident this thing won’t still be rampant months from now. We can see one our of neighbors coming and going like nothing is wrong, and even having friends over. “Baby, still receiving? Hook our neighbor in the neck. Over.” Anyway, while we wait for this to (hopefully) blow over we have to while away these isolated hours some way or other, and this is how—talking shit online. It’s the only social life we’ve got for the time being.
