January 15, 2012
Fifteen. The machine busted somewhere in its innards, and I gotta climb up the slop hatch with a full tool belt to track 'er down. I looked apart the console though, figuring maybe Skip was holed up in there hidin' among the wires, but he warn't. Plus he'd hafta be reeeeal small to squoze up in there, so it was maybe not my finest hour of thinking. I made as big a nest in there as I could for him, on off-chance he does want to come back from his hiding place and move into the console. Well, upwards.