Woah, was my first thought, as I woke up. What had happened? I had to have messed up BAD this time. I mean, I mess up really badly alot, but this time, I musta’ really messed up some’uns hush puppies. I’ve been a screw up my entire life. All at once, I was hit in the head with all the memories of my nagging paternal unit. It felt like a freight train, prob’ly cause he was as big as one all the way to the end. My ma’, well she was a different matter. Well, actually… not really. But my point is, I can’t do right. Hmm. I remember some muffins… a wiry lady (she was nothing, I was sure about that)... and a blimp. Oh yeah! Me and Marv were messin’ with that abandoned Cold War tank. We took a break, ate some bran muffins, and then messed with it some more. Then… it fired… and… the blimp… oh crap. I just remembered. Hmmm. Where am I? And where’s Marv? Oh yeah, he’s fine. I know that. Hes as tough as a frickin’ beached metal whale. That led me to wondering how a metal whale could swim. Metal whales?....