It's the Day's Day of Days! Because behold the putz.
And one of the grand laws of DbD, if Muir does something halfway successful, he will usually drag the damn thing out so the joke gets old, weird and awkward. Which gets me to what I promised yesterday.
Why is Muir tossing out this bizarre robot subplot now, interspersed with snippets of his usual argle-bargle, gobbledygook f'hoy crazy talk? Two reasons. Firstly, the robots don't have much to do in a universe where the evil gubmint forces aren't bearing down on the Compound. The second? Muir is once again lost at sea with an actual Trump administration in power, especially one that refuses to produce the magic wins he wants. Oh, he'll chuckle when Trump announces some wannabe dictator bullshit that "owns the libs", but as those policies invariably keep stumbling out in the wild, they're not something he wants to deal with. So we get endless weird, pointless stories from the Compound, as Muir tries to figure out what to do next.
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