Dress for Success

Brad Rose

  The focus group said I look like an avalanche rushing toward a volcanic eruption. Honestly, I had no idea my clothes were see-through. When I finally get my bail money together, I’m going to declassify the incriminating documents. After all, nobody likes a robot that looks too human. Like any warm-blooded reveler, I’m merely trying to put the fun back in funhouse. Of course, there’s always a risk of serious side effects, but why waste precious time standing around waiting for an electrocution, especially when you can have a perfectly barbarous long weekend? Clarise, my 49 and ½ -foot-tall girlfriend, says she doesn’t know if I made the team or not, but I should still be a big fan of myself. So, as soon as I put a downpayment on my starter mansion and get the anti-gravity water features spritzed into shape, I’m going to dismantle any unforeseen circumstances. As you know, these can be notoriously damning, particularly at this time of year, when the air is so sharp, so invigorating, it’s almost impossible to distinguish the dead from the living. That’s why, come rain or shine, I try my darndest to dress for success. You never know when the executions are about to commence.



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