After an incorrect setting in the control panel of the Doghouse of Justice caused me to arrive in the 23rd century, I decided to investigate how culture had changed over the course of a few hundred years. Little did I suspect that while this society seemed a glossy paradise, it was at rotten at its center as … um … something glossy but rotten.
My first clue that all was not well in this world of chrome and plastic came in the form of an offhand remark by one of my new friends:
In the spirit of scientific inquiry, I accompany them back to their apartment to learn what this new game might be, only to find that it is some sort of bizarre mishmash of various board games from the 20th century, all combined into one. As I watch them play, I gradually become aware of a faint beeping noise emanating from my friend’s name tag, and finally feel compelled to inquire about it.
Evidently my friends were so engrossed in their game that they did not hear the sound, but once I make them aware of it, their relaxed demeanor quickly turns to sweaty panic.
However, it turns out that my new friend has a plan; not only that, but evidently I am his inspiration for attempting to escape his mark-down fate!
Well, perhaps I will not get the credit for inspiring his escape; but I will go with him, and help him if I can. Because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I never give up. Even if I’m not wearing my fedora.