Echo

 

 

Echo

Attention everyone!

This Bus has been classified as a residence, so we are now subject to a yearly inspection. You know, make sure there are no health violations, fire hazards, that sort of thing.

 

 

So how are we going to deal with it?

 

 

 

 

Try to outrun them.

And if we can't?

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What was that?

 

 

Someone's trying to get through the roof hatch!

No, don't let them open the---

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey folks. They knew you'd try to escape, so they decided to air-drop me.

How did you know this was the Bus you wanted?

Oh, it's easy to tell from the air. Yours is the Bus that has "ALIENS LAND HERE. WE HAVE FRUIT SNACKS" painted on the roof.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside...a little box, apparently, marked "Not Funny."

A jar of leeches?

Here's our first-aid kit.

The first thing on my list is First Aid. What kind of medical treatments are you prepared to provide in the residence?

Well, then.

Welcome to our Bus. Notice there is no "P" in it. Please keep it that way.

Huh.

Heh. That's an inside joke.

Yep, we're kickin' it old-school.

By which I mean it has stopped raining.

All the roof leaks around here are now fixed.

 

 

Well, there's my laboratory, which we had to expand in order to accomodate all the paramecia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have there been any additions built onto the original structure?

Have you ever tried to actually eat a Boca Sausage?

Not only are there Mr. Yuk stickers on everything under the sink, but they're also on half of what's in the refrigerator.

I'm happy to see that you're properly labeling the poisonous chemicals and substances.

 

I probably shouldn't have said that last part.

We had a sauna room, as well, but we burned it down for the insurance money.