If
we
keep
doing
this
we
are
going
to
smoke
the
server.
Hammering
What's
that
Mac?
drink!
Sawing
eat!
fart!
Not
until
the
burp!
Mac?
nevermind
final
whistle
*burp*
blows!
whistle blows!
'scuse me. Too many nachos again.
Sets up a massive draft table next to his surveyor's instruments and attaches the roll of blueprints out on it, portending a massive building project, guaranteed to expand the thread.
The screeching of saws are heard every where, as stacks of lumber are sorted and sent to various areas of the project. Flashing lights and beeps of vehicles warn pedestrians of their approach.
Okay, fellas, I just got off the horn with OSHA. They say that everybody on the estate needs to wear one of these.
Begins passing out hard hats.
Okay, fellas, I just got off the horn with OSHA. They say that everybody on the estate needs to wear one of these.
Begins passing out hard hats.
Bonnets? My head is harder than this thing!
Wait....we can add cup holders to the sides...OK, we'll wear 'em. heads off to the back room for parts
returns with modified hard hats, complete with cup holders with cold beers, and long plastic tubing for straws
Safe enough for ya?
Thanks, pal.
Just gotta keep the stiffs from OSHA offa my back sos I can take care of business. You know how it is.
Thanks, pal.
Just gotta keep the stiffs from OSHA offa my back sos I can take care of business. You know how it is.
looks confused You mean you can't just punt them? You could borrow our Jackapult if you like.
'Course these hats turned out pretty cool though. Maybe I can put a red flashing light on mine. And make one for the General for when he backs up.
Thanks, pal.
Just gotta keep the stiffs from OSHA offa my back sos I can take care of business. You know how it is.
looks confused You mean you can't just punt them? You could borrow our Jackapult if you like.
'Course these hats turned out pretty cool though. Maybe I can put a red flashing light on mine. And make one for the General for when he backs up.
I heard that you youngun'!
Hammer
Hammer
Hammer
The pace of construction quickens, stirring the Jacks from their posting lethargy. The walls and floors vibrate with the activity, and the chandeliers swing, their crystal bobs chiming merrily, but unheard over all the ruckus.
Hammer
Hammer
Hammer
You called?
Shouting on his bullhorn: C'mon guys, get a move on! This project is going to take forever as it is.
Rings up the office: Hey, we gotta get more workers down here. It'll take an army to finish this project.
Out of respect for the complexity of the project, JH, General Jack, and Salty Jack relocate to the pool.
stirring the Jacks from their posting lethargy.
Out of respect for the complexity of the project, JH, General Jack, and Salty Jack relocate to the pool.
Hey, don't mind our dust. We'd hate to spoil you happy home. How 'bout some ear plugs?
Various trenchers, power diggers, steam shovels, caterpillars, and other earth movers rumble past the pool, on their way to the far side of the Jack manor.
Out of respect for the complexity of the project, JH, General Jack, and Salty Jack relocate to the pool.Hey, don't mind our dust. We'd hate to spoil you happy home. How 'bout some ear plugs?
Don't mind us. This isn't as noisy as one of our parties.
Besides, this way we get to work on a nice bronze tan. ;)
The sounds of rocks splitting and earth churning mix with the mechanical sounds of the engines powering a great excavation on the far side of the estate.
floating gently on a dragon pool toy Salty Jack reminisces, "This reminds me of the construction of the Panama Canal. You boyos didn't know they named that after my cousin, did you? You see, he did a few favors for the president of the Colonies. Saved his arse from the proverbial ringer, he did."