False fronts -- they're not just for dusty Old Western cow towns anymore.
About this creation
What happens when an exercise in SNOT flooring, a study in repetitive wall design, and a Bricklink order of 300 trans-red 1x2 bricks converge? That's right -- magic. Or some retina-blistering yellow diorama, if you prefer; it's all a matter of semantics. Why yellow, you ask? Well, it's either a subconscious attempt at color therapy to brighten my somewhat dark mood of late, or I simply had a bunch of yellow available not locked up in other projects, and a blue SNOT floor looks like water.
Bob steps out onto the landing pad one morning to go to work, just as he does every morning. But it's not every morning that such a commotion is going on in the plaza below.
"This used to be such a nice, quiet neighborhood," he sighs.
If there's an accident, you can be sure there will be gawkers on the scene.
"Oh, that punk came ripping through here, hit an old lady, and wrapped his scooter around that support post."
"Is that one of those new Impulse scooters? I knew they were dangerous."
"AAAAAUUUGGHHH!!! MY ARM! OH GOD IT HURTS!!!"
"Calm down, ma'am, let me have a look at it... ooh, that is bad. I'm afraid that arm is going to have to come off."
"WHAT?! Come off? It's broken, just set it!"
"All right then, I'll just need to see your insurance card..."
"I don't have it on me!"
"Then I'm afraid you have a date with the buzzsaw, my dear."
"What kind of doctor are you, anyway?"
"The American kind, of course!" (*rimshot*) "I could set your arm, but what does that get me? One return visit for cast removal, that's chump change. But if I amputate, I get a nice little kickback from The Skunk Works prosthetics division for your new bionic arm, not to mention all the surgeries we'll charge you for, all the pain meds we'll stuff you with, plus I can even sell your arm to a tissue cloning lab. It's just good business sense. Now hold still..."
"You have the right to remain silent. You also have the right to make a self-righteous drunken speech or any number of idle threats. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided by the State to preserve the illusion of justice being served. You have the right to free HBO in your prison cell. You have the right to have your face blurred out on COPS..."
"Oh man, this is so wrong... that lady jumped right out in front of me! I mean, what am I supposed to do? You should be giving me a medal for avoiding her as well as I did! Why are you arresting me? Why don't you go hassle those fruitheads over there?"
"What for? Until Congress pulls their heads out of their rear ends, powdered dreamfruit extract is still legal in this country."
"Are you kidding me? Tobacco's been outlawed, alcohol, caffeine, and sugar have been regulated into oblivion, but any kid with $50 in his pocket can go buy some dreamfruit on any streetcorner?"
"You're preaching to the choir, punk. Let's go."
Speaking of the fruitheads...
"Dude, that lady's arm is broken."
"Heh heh, heh heh."
"It's like, all bent backwards and stuff."
"Heh heh, heh heh."
"Dude, you know what?"
"Heh heh. What?"
"No man, you said something."
"Huh? Oh yeah... heh heh. What were we talking about?"
"Heh heh, heh heh."
A conversation between two fruitheads can continue in this vein for hours. So let's move along...
"All right folks, just keep back. Give us room to do our jobs..."
Nothing amusing for this group of gawkers to say immediately occurs to me. Is it enough to call them a pimp, a ho, and a john, and move on? Thanks, I thought so too.
The whole thrilling, action packed scene again.
Special thanks go out to a few of my previous MOCs, the Quark and the Impulse, for lending themselves as props in this dio.
The plaza depopulated.
Look at that landing pad. So smooth and SNOTty on top...
But didn't we see some hoses and greebly things underneath?
Yes. Yes we did.
The radar dish, I feel, really makes the MOC. Not really, but for some reason it gets its own picture anyway.
My eyes are asking "What the *@$%&! happened???? First I'm looking at someone's red and black Lego page and the next everything's reeking of yellow????" Wow that was quite an experience...Nice build...I love all that yellow. Now excuse me while I get some sunglasses...
Very nice. I love the walls, and the pod-thing, and the busted scooter. Great job. And you know, I do not know who started it (but would like to find out), but dreemfruit has become an epidemic on MOCpages almost as bad as bad HALO. ;)
The locals don't like canaries in my neighbourhood and even if I showed them this they'd likely descibe it as sad. They're all wrong. It's a fine yellow creation and deserves a whole five grins. It does look a bit weird without the populace.
You know something? Out of all the people that I have had to suture in the middle of the night, not one of them has been intoxicated with marijuana. ETOH (alcohol) is number one by a thousand-fold; with only a very small nod to crack and meth. I think I would be happy with a world with no alcohol - even willing to give up my own enjoyment of Australian Reds. Oh well, might as well wish for world peace while I am at it and an endless supply of Lego deliveries to my door. Nice creation; although, it took five minutes for me to stop seeing green squares outlined in blue whenever I blinked - its pretty bright :-). I will forgive you for depleting bricklink of one of my favourites - trans-reds, but it might take me a bit. Nice story as well. Lee.