Robert Robus, his blog administrator, and Bates blow time at Lake Robus

Robert Robus: Why, hello, dear readers, and welcome to another post in the magniloquent life of I. I'm here at Lake Robus, in the middle of Robus County, where peacefulness and tranquillity prevail, and where I have a small cabin which I tend to visit in the company of dear friends--such as, for example, my blog administrator and Bates. (Tartar was going to come, but, as per his report, he had many doughnuts which it was on his itinerary to consume.)

Blog administrator: What Mr. Robus says is true: I often accompany the cybercomedian to Lake Robus.

Bates: Eep eep!

Robert Robus: Thank you for your commentary, fine gentleman and monkey.

Blog administrator: I am not nearly as sagacious, nor nearly as eloquent, as thou, Mr. Robus, but if I may put in a few words from time to time, I will consider myself well served.

Robert Robus: Be quiet. I'm trying to get on the Internet to access Benson Mooney's daily radio show, which--if I be not mistaken--is currently streaming live.

Blog administrator: I thought you came here for the express purpose of escaping the modern world, and of emancipating yourself from technology.

Robert Robus: That is, indeed, the case. Nevertheless, I seem to have brought this laptop here by accident, and--equally accidentally--it appears to get Wi-Fi here in Robus County. . .on something that appears to be nomenclatured the "Robus Network."

Blog administrator (aside to audience): I think we all know who set up the network.

Robert Robus: I am the greatest cybercomedian in history.

Blog administrator: I'm the greatest blog administrator in history. What's your point?

Robert Robus: That I am the greatest cybercomedian in history. That I deserve a lifetime achievement award for my one year-plus of superlative blogging service. That, when Jove manufactured me, he broke the mold, leaving me to be the finest comedic blogger ever to bash fingertips on plastic. That you, my friend, are eminently lucky to serve as blog administrator to someone so great as yours truly.

Blog administrator: I couldn't agree more, Mr. Robus. I hang on your every word.

Robert Robus: Jove bless you, good sir.

A pause.

Bates: Eep eep!

Robert Robus: Yes, we shall now go swim in Lake Robus, dear monkey; and, although I shall not remove either my detective coat or my fedora for purposes of entering the water nor propelling myself through it, I hereby assure you, my dear readers, that the affair shall go swimmingly.

Blog administrator: What about Benson Mooney?

Robert Robus: Sorry, my good sir. . .but what Good Monkey Bates says, almost without exception, goes.

Blog administrator: Does that mean for dinner we'll be eating five banana cream pies between us again tonight?

Robert Robus: My sources say 'affirmative.'

With this, Robert Robus bursts from the cabin--blog administrator and Bates in hot pursuit--and the three scintillating companions splahsh into the lake as if there is no tomorrow.