Bow, peasants!

Attention citizens! This blog is now under the control of the Murlhaug! Resistance is futile. The Murlhaug does as he pleases. Do as the murlhaug does. Bask in his awesomeness. The murlhaug is too awesome for you.

 

Somehow the murlhaug is too awesome for the rest of society.

The Further Adventures of Spoof and Speck

How do these people even get hired?

We hear a lot of stupid stuff throughout the course of the day, but when we heard this one, we knew we had to share it with you. 

One of our genius coworkers, looking for a phone number, was frustrated when the website for the business in question was down for maintenance. Someone pointed out that he could use the phone book. (and can we just say how sad it is that he never even thought of the phone book.) After ten minutes of flipping through the yellow pages with no success, in spite of knowing the exact name and location of the company, this fellow declared "phone books are hard" and went back to trying to make the website work. 

Let's say that one more time, in case you missed it.
Phone books are hard.

See. Very tricky.

 
We suppose we shouldn't be too surprised. This is the same guy who stands behind the desk, strokes his chin, and points at various things for about five minutes, every day at closing. Every. Single. Day. Like he has to be sure that the computers haven't gone anywhere.

 

It's Mo Monday!

We're not entirely sure what's happening here. That appears to be Mo hiding inside that banana costume. Is this just Mo showing a more playful side? Or could it be something more insidious?

You have to admit, he's pretty cute here

Jimmy Duck wonders

There are many things at Tartarus don't make sense. Take the suggestion box. For the past two years we've had a suggestion box tucked on the back of a cabinet where no one can see it. Shoes and the Hutt frequently complain that no one uses it. Apparently they've decided to blame the box. Today they put up a second box, also in a hard to see place. That's not even the weirdest part. Both of those boxes are locked. They are the only ones who have access. Why in the name of the Great Gazoo do the boxes have to be locked? Are they afraid someone is going to steal all of the comments?

The comments are mine! Mine! All mine!

 

A sign of the times

We know we complain a lot about the Hutt on here. We would argue, though, that you'd be hard pressed to prove that we are being unreasonable. Take what happened today, bearing in mind that this sort of thing happens on a daily basis at Tartarus.

One of Spider Hero's duties during the week is maintaining a sign board of events in our building. When we passed him today he was changing the board. The new message was about a program Muffin is having, one of three programs in series run by Muffin and your friends Spoof and Speck. "Um," we said, "why aren't you putting anything up about the other programs in the series."

Poor Spider Hero sighed. "The Hutt told me I needed to put something up just about Muffin's program. That I should leave yours off."

We are incensed! We are sick of Muffin being treated like something incredibly special while we are the bottom of the garbage pile. And we're especially sick of no one doing anything about it. (Though Spider Hero did adjust the sign for us)

We've got a sign for you, Hutt.

 

Wonder what you're sucking

Who doesn't love Stuff Out of Context? This is a good one.

Today's line is: Then suck the tube for a while afterwards?