It's your garden-variety robotic roadblock. You see them all over this pothole-infested town.
There's a small control-panel on it. The display reads 3-0-1-8.
It says "Threadbare Lane M.C.W.", and the street ID number is 3018.
It says "Calavera Crossing M.C.W.", and the street ID number is 0092.
It's a garbage container. And it's mostly empty, save for a couple of sticky, old newspapers and bottles.
It's an automated garbage truck. They crisscross the town emptying containers and running people over.
It's an automated garbage truck.
It's an indicator telling the garbage trucks that the container is empty. If it's red, the trucks stop to pick up the garbage.
It looks like the truck's route takes it down below the police station. That's probably where the cops dump their trash...and the mangled bodies of uncooperative witnesses.
So the garbage gets into the station? Hmmm.
I do all my grocery shopping at T-Rex. Not that their food is particularly good, nor their prices particularly low. I just love their ads. They're tres cool.
He's a dealer. You can tell. And this close to the station? Sad.
Another unfortunate victim of the Anglo-Pacific wars of the '90s.
Especially the one where they built an actual-sized robot dinosaur and sent it out to mangle a competing chain of grocery stores. For real. I don't know if anybody got hurt, but man, that campaign kicked ass.
T-Rex. Proving once and for all that brute force advertising is the way to go.
It's a numeric keypad, but I have absolutely no idea what numbers to type in to move the roadblock.
Perhaps if I try entering the ID of the intersecting street the roadblock will move...
This is so gross. And me in my favorite shirt.
Hey, is that a fur mitten? Ugh. No. It's a dead rat.
I'm not gonna check out that other "mitten" in the corner. I think it just moved!
That's got it. Now it's blocking the other street.
Uh-oh!
How utterly, utterly pointless is this? And I'm starting to reek a little of eau-de-crap too.
This is getting to be routine, and a total waste of time. I mean, what's gonna happen? The truck doesn't even pass by this container.
Let's see... The garbage truck gets into the police station, the container is empty, and the roadblock is robotic. What's a girl to do?
Ah! (screams) Keep your claws to yourself!
