At the depot.

L.I.O.N. A1, previously known as Lionel Olsen, is getting fitted for a new leg and being repaired, after a "program error" caused it to fling itself down a shaft. Cybernetics specialist, Dr. Spencer Ledman is working to determine which parts to remove altogether. They're being guarded by JD-5, or, John Dabbers (who used to have hands, until he did naughty things with them and had to have them, as well as parts of his brain, replaced). Young Dr. Ledman had better be careful. The cyborgs of the Underworld are hardwired to be dangerous and cruel.

Pardon me.

I've been grumpy and dismissive lately. Now I've made kola with choko-mint and am happy again.

But personally, I think reviews are pointless.

Personal opinion, and so forth.

Not enough snow.

There are no nuts in spruces, so the squirrels eat spruce cones.

It's one of those days.

The germs in my nose are overstaying their welcome. And not even ice-cream.

Maybe I've gotten a bit too serious over time.

Here's a picture of a tuft of steel-wool.

Hi. Hello.

If you look at it in a certain way it moves.

Disco-Tjo, Disco-Hej.

Do the Shepard!

Ethernet mishaps.

I'm so out of ideas right now.

The indistinguishable hero is back.

Forever rescuing everything. He is... Power Flower!

There, I made a sequel. Now give me money.

First there was candy.

And then there were none.

So many of the many.

But what was I really thinking?

Sleeping-Pillow.

Oh, no! Watch out, prince Adrian! The Angry Crab is angry and it got into your room!