Looks like Ms. Gladys Cravettes has had a good influence on Mr. Cranky.  Look!  He has a yard in which to do yard work!

Will this mean that Mr. Cranky will stop living in an underground bunker?  Will he rejoin the suburban humans rather than being a subterranean human?

Will the sight of helicopters make him think of traffic news rather than international wetwork military assassins?


Let’s hope not.  He’s more fun when he’s convinced that drones can read his mind and that the fact that the university he attended still has his name on file means that the sociology department is keeping biannual tabs on his (and other people’s) life progress for inclusion in a database to be used to turn humanity into the mammalian version of an ant colony.  Hilarious.