Into The Frying Pan
Bloody mad, this is...
I was doing alright on the ship. I liked the ship. Helping people to get their lives sorted out - I was good at that. Gave me purpose.
Then I wink out and told by some old bloke with a moustache how I'm not real. Talk about having a mental!
I'd say it looks like somewhere the Fonz'd feel at home at, but it's about as dead as Perivale. Thought I'd like America. This is well out of order, though. Bet even the Professor'd steer clear of here.
Knowing my luck, there's probably an evil clown acting as Mayor. Sounds about right.
I was doing alright on the ship. I liked the ship. Helping people to get their lives sorted out - I was good at that. Gave me purpose.
Then I wink out and told by some old bloke with a moustache how I'm not real. Talk about having a mental!
I'd say it looks like somewhere the Fonz'd feel at home at, but it's about as dead as Perivale. Thought I'd like America. This is well out of order, though. Bet even the Professor'd steer clear of here.
Knowing my luck, there's probably an evil clown acting as Mayor. Sounds about right.