I’m not gonna lie, The Citroen vehicle here looks pretty nifty, especially those headlights. But there’s one tiny problem with fixing it: Citroens are jam packed on the inside, probably because they’re so small. As you can see, the gang has trouble reinstalling the tent for the air supply, because they moved something out a mere inch. I’m pretty sure this isn’t just how Citroen makes their cars, either. I think it’s also how they do everything at Peugeot Citroen HQ: cram stuff in so you need less space. Employees would often jam stuff into their desk drawers. They even bought more clutter to cram into their desks if they didn’t have enough clutter. I mean, they were really committed to this business practice.
Unfortunately, Peugeot Citroen bought so much clutter for their offices that they almost went bankrupt and had to sell out.
Our ol’ friends here are back to repair this 1960 Plymouth Fury. It is a mighty attractive car, mainly because of the chrome trim. Now, I come from the future, and all cars are covered in chrome. In fact, absolutely everything is covered in chrome in the future. We have chrome chairs, chrome bathtubs, even chrome houses. I have an adorable chrome cat, and chrome grass grows in my lawn. Now, you may be thinking, “Why chrome?” Is it the only metal available in the future? Maybe chrome serves a structural purpose; maybe it makes everything work better.
After a long hard day the entire BSBFB office has gone out for a bite to eat. You can see Rex, our head writer, there on the far left. Fido, our lead editor, is in the middle. Duke, our foreign consultant, is hopping up in the back, and Princess, our head of personnel, has the whip.
If you look very closely, you can see me in the front row. I’m the one who’s barking, and is a brown, black, and white color.
I’ve never been fond of dogs. I don’t dislike them exactly, but I don’t like them. You’re never supposed to trust a man who doesn’t like dogs and I would have to agree. I’m not very good company under the best circumstances, and hard times bring out the worst in me. Dogs can also put a damper on my mood.