You can tell from the photo below (courtesy of Mr. Greene) that it needs some fixin' to be in working order. Just a little rust. I find the expression on my face amusing in a sick sort of way.
"What the hell am I gonna do with this?"
The guy who sold it to me gave me the wrong dimension by just a couple of feet. So, the skid I built which it now sits on in the forest is too small to build a crate around. That's how I plan to store it. In a crate. Outside. Then uncrate it when I need to use it. That hick enough for ya?
I could always solve my problems by pulling it over and be crushed to death.
That's too easy.
I could always solve my problems by pulling it over and be crushed to death.
That's too easy.
How does that thing work? it must be electric. Therefore, it might make a great killing machine for an evil meglomaiac.
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