Uh oh, it could be that this year’s allotment of cursed gold doubloons has already been discovered:
Yeah, we’ll need to see his/her Bachelor’s degree in Technicianing from a reputable institution of higher learning before we let them anywhere near what we can surely by now call “our” safe.
That crossed my mind. The safe could be full of rare variant action figures or Dr. Pepper’s secret recipe and poor Rob takes a blackjack to the skull.
Per my understanding (which is based on foggy memories of threads I may have made up in my head) Rob is of small stature so he may not even need to be hacked up.
Or he’s already chartered a flight to Tahiti with all his newfound riches.
I seem to recall him calling himself a hobbit, but that likewise might be a product of my mind.
Rob also has a big head. I hope that comes in handy somehow should things turn ugly.
“having trouble with GPS, is your house by the tree?”
I think I know why we haven’t heard anything yet.
*golf clap
This safe is clearly a plot device, some sort of metaphor for BB, a long-running saga subplot that will keep going as long as BB exists. The locksmith will break his tools on it (because TRUMP WON), they will try to find a similar model to study (JUST LOOK AT THIS BANANA-SHAPED SAFE), an experimental engineering method will be devised to extract it from the wall (HERE IS A NEW GIZMO), and so on and so forth.
If I could just sit across from Parker Posey and gaze into her eyes for eternity, I’d never need to know what’s in the safe.
When’s your birthday? We’ll post an annual picture of her in this thread.