As the Asteroid-clean-out Ship comes in on its long sloping landing, KidBro remarks, “The Game really slowed down, wonder why.”
“Might be,” HM WeenerMan figures, “They beleive the player deserves a chance to rest up after such a long, grueling outtinng.”
“Or they don’t figure many players will make it this far,” KidBro agrees.
“Most players don’t have the Weenerman running interference for them,” I grin.
“My Manuveur versus the Two-Martian Saucer was a well thought out strategem,” the WeenerMan counters, then as the screen is flashing, ‘Play Again?” The Weener shrugs and the slow-down could be to give the player to find more quarters.
“I’m out about now,” I start.
“Well, maybe we ought to be getting down to business anyways,” DeeJay puts in, “I’m supposed to get this project put together by this afternoon.”
HM Weenerman kicks back in his chair and puols another slice of Pizzia out of the Leftover Pizzia bin, “I have a philosophy on that, Business Builds the Appetite.”
KidBro and I both concur with that philosophy and help ourselves to another slice of Pizzia.