You! Whatsyourname, err Bearded chap! Yes you! Get me a pen. Oh alright a tablet then. No no no I’m not writing, this is a moment of some import and so I need to dictate not faff about with writing like some normal person.
Are you ready? Right then!
THE MEMOIRS OF LANGSTROM FISCHLER, INVENTOR, VISIONARY, LIVING LEGEND.
Yes all of that. Stop interrupting.
THE DAY I BESTED THREE THUNDERBIRDS!!!
Put an exclamation in there. Maybe three. One for each of their broken little ships. Right. Onwards!
Today, I, Langstrom Fischer have conclusively proven the superiority of Langstrom Industries technology over Brains’ flimsy International Rescue toys.
And! I seized the opportunity to carry out an extensive study of his little space station which, in my expert opinion, is extremely basic. Its dangly cable thingy didn’t even have a proper winch so the carrot-topped chap who seems to live up there half-killed himself spinning around and around for no good purpose! I don’t call that “safe”, Brains. I don’t call that “efficient”. I don’t call that “visionary”.
Today is the start of a new era! Langstrom Industries is to press pause on our groundbreaking weather projects and pour all of our cash reserves into creating luxury space apartments. Because the one useful thing Thunderbird Five revealed to me is that the weather UP THERE is ALWAYS sunny.
That’ll do for now I think. Can’t give them too much too soon.
Right, Beardy - press save on that and go get me the number of the local zoo - I have a recruitment exercise to initiate.
@thunderversary-rewatch-party
