Dia invited me to come groove with her at the Great Toy Gathering. Only I would show up to a kinda cyberpunk/doll party dressed as a rusted retro steambot with a wood-burning furnace on her back. "Let's go hump the dancing boxes!" someone said.
Ummm...
Came back later and a fellow Caledonian, Marcus Tairov, almost got packed up and shipped off to Iowa by Subversive Vavoom. At least she marked the box "fragile"...

And what party would be complete without maneating plants? I dunno if brass kitties like me taste too good though!
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