That’s gosh darn right. A fubbing bona-fide GENERATOR! And not just one, but two! Michael was walking the perimeter of the house today, and he kept noticing these two metal and plastic-box-doohickeys. At first, he mistook them for air conditioners. After a closer look, he saw the words, “Starport Generators” engraved on them. That excited him, but not much, ‘cause where were we gonna get the gas to power the bastards, right? (Bastard is not that bad of a word, so just forget I even used it…). That’s the best part, though! They’re solar powered! On top, they have black and silver panels with more panels leading to the roof. Michael switched the ON buttons to see what would happen. Louise and I weren’t aware of what he’d done, and we were surprised at the results. I was pooping in the bathroom, (the one with the big window, so I don’t have to lug a flashlight with me. Why a bathroom has such a big window in it, I don’t know) when the frickin’ light came on.
