"I can't see it!!!"
"Bring over that flashlight Beepo."
"This one?"
"Uhh, Yeah Rudolf will do - how did we end up with a reindeer?"
"There it is over there... Bring the nose in a little closer... I think I know what it is... Justa little closer... And a bit closer... A bit OH SHIT!!"
"Way to go Bob - you lost the reindeer in that vortex."
"I almost had it."
"What - what did you almost have?" inquisitioned Beepo.
"Get these Spanish priests out of my face, you clown. I almost had the real forged signature of DaVinci."
"God Damn it Bob," Neils glanced apologetically to the Spanish Priests, "We're out one reindeer because of a friggin signature. Have you lost touch with surreality? If we don't clean up this clump of disjointed time and space, it will tear apart the fabric of my patch work quilt."
"So buy an electric blanket. Anyway, Santa can fly in and rescue the damn reindeer. I asked for a flashlight, anyway. You guys have no sense of proportion."
"Hey I've got no depth perception either," piped in Beepo.
"How can I forget. I still haven't fixed that hot water heater yet," protested Neils.
Bob looked at Neils, then at Beepo, then back at Neils. He shook his head.
"Anyway, I want an Adam smasher set up here right away."
"Don't you mean an atom smasher?"
"If I did, I would have said so."
Beepo started shaking. "But... but Adam is my friend!"
"He's road kill! Pulverise the sucker so I can fix my tools."
Niels looked at Bob, then Beepo, and shook his head.
"You guys are weird."
"Big news coming from a guy in a jockey outfit."
At this point, KDAmery walked into the scene and faced the camera. "As you can see, our quantum mechanics are getting on each others nerves. It was sort of inevitable, when you think about it. I mean, the space time continuum looks like refuse from a delicatessen, and Beepo's chugging Minute Maid by the litre under high pressure. Only a matter of time (puns intended) before a muon wrench gets stuffed in the works. We'd love to show you the rest of this, but hey, we're perverse. Catch ya later."
