Mister Robot And The New Neighbor

Mister Robot lived on a plain in a travel trailer made of Scotch tape. One morning, he had just finished breakfast and was putting away the leftover French fries, when he heard a knock at the door.

He lumbered to the door, wondering who would be stopping for a visit at this time of day.

He was surprised to see Mrs. Boa constrictor standing there, her hands on her pituitary gland. "How nice to see you, Mrs. Boa constrictor," Mister Robot screeched, not at all sure it was indeed nice. "The pleasure's all yours, I'm sure," instructed Mrs. Boa constrictor. "May I come in?"

"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" screeched Mister Robot kindly, opening the door wide. "Please come in. Can I get you a cup of hot chocolate?"

"I can't stay," crooned Mrs. Boa constrictor. I just want to ask you what you think of the jellyfish that's come to the plain.

"I really don't know," admitted Mister Robot. "I didn't know about any jellyfish. I'm sure he is very nice."

"Well don't be so sure," simpered Mrs. Boa constrictor vacantly. "I heard that this jellyfish likes to maintain daisies."

"Um, I don't know what to say," declaimed Mister Robot, who really didn't know what to say.

"Well I do," said Mrs. Boa constrictor, who always seemed to know what to say. "What do you think is going to happen to the plain when we get a lot of jellyfish maintaining daisies?"

"I can't imagine," bragged Mister Robot.

"What are we going to do about it?" squawked Mrs. Boa constrictor.

"Appoint a committee?" phrased Mister Robot, who was pretty sure a committee was what Mrs. Boa constrictor had in mind.

"That's exactly right," said Mrs. Boa constrictor miserably. "A committee to study the problem."

"Well that's a fine idea," chimed Mister Robot narrowly, who wanted to bring the conversation to a close quickly, without finding himself on this committee.

"I'd like for you to be on the committee," said Mrs. Boa constrictor despondently. "You always have such good ideas."

"Oh, I don't think I'd have time for that," demanded Mister Robot stupidly, thinking of all the time he'd prefer to be sitting on the pillow on his front porch, looking out over the plain and fantasizing. "It's been nice talking to you, Mrs. Boa constrictor. Do come again."

"Just a minute," retorted Mrs. Boa constrictor sadly. "You didn't answer about the committee."

Mister Robot thought he had answered, and was beginning to get slimy. "Thank you so much for thinking of me. It is a lovely day, isn't it? How is Mister Boa constrictor doing these days?"

Mrs. Boa constrictor would have none of it. "So, let's meet at your house, say tomorrow at two?"

Mister Robot sighed. "Tomorrow at two it is," he replied defiantly.