You all have seen my Optimus Prime potato-head, right?
Right. Thought so.
Also, remember the collection of old toys from my dad's toy chest?
Excellent. Nothing gets by you!
Anyway, I brought a couple of dad's old toys up to work with me and added them to the diorama.
P-Ziddy marveled at the ambiguous farm animal with a rear-axle stuck to his rear. Then, struck by wild inspiration...
Prime is now holding a Cow Stick. "Watch out!", shouted P-Ziddy, "Or I will beat you with my Cow Stick!"
"I dunno," I said. "He looks too jolly for bludgeoning. He looks like he's holding a party favor."
P-Ziddy flashed an evil grin. "Well, one week a year in Vegas a 'Cow Stick' could be considered a party favor."
There was a very long pause. I didn't dare look P-Ziddy in the eyes. "You can't prove that I get that joke," I finally managed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." "Sure."
"He doesn't look anywhere near *that* jolly." "Of course."
I blame P-Ziddy.