So Long to Lamar Odom

Yes, R.I.P. to the ol' pool table, though it's still sitting in the living room. Plotnik has perhaps not accepted it completely yet.

The first people in the door put up the cash.

Now, what if they come back and say, Gee, I'm so sorry, but we need to raise money for my grandmother's funeral in Honduras? Would Plotnik give them their money back? Would Ducknik give Plotnik a cup of tea with ground up cue chalk?

Sigh.

Well, nobody plays pool anymore at Great Plotnik World Headquarters. There are no teenagers left around here. Now, the Plotniks will finally have the living room someone in the family has always wanted. Furniture! Coffee table! Gala parties! Live concerts!

At least, the people who move in after Plot and Duck die can do that if they want to. Or, if they prefer, there's room for a full sized pool table.

Sigh.

Lamar Odom just outlived his usefulness. Management traded him to a young family who will use him, if they don't just turn around and sell him to Chinese investors, which is what the last people who bought electronic equipment from the Plotniks said they planned to do with it.

World Headquarters will finally start looking like the proper corporate/religious enterprise to which it aspires. Do you think the Pope has a pool table in his living room? Is the Pope still alive? Does the Pope pee in the forest? How many Popes does it take to chalk a pool stick?

Well, as problems go, this is a tiny one. Up, up, up Plotnik! It's the new world out there! Take that cash and buy yourself a new bicycle, you cheap bastard, spend it for once!

Heh heh heh, ain't gonna happen. See ya, Lamar.