There really is no point in having a time machine if you can’t have fun with it once in a while.  The Rebecca spied my partially finished kamarion and declared it somewhat cartoonish looking.  Good for her, too.  A few jolts on the chin are always welcome when one is this deep in Acme’s garden.

Besides, it seems like a perfectly valid point.  The whole thing does kind of resemble an implement Wily Coyote might pull out of his bag of tricks.   In terms of modern usefulness, about on par with the hollowed out log Fred Flintstone used for a car.   I tried to assure her that the kamarion would eventually return to a more serious demeanor.  As much as a hunk of iron can anyway.

I think I got the benefit of the doubt on that one.  Yabba daba do.

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