Fair citizens of this fair city of New Babbage! It is I! Your overlor…friendly hotel owner *coughs*.
Port Babbage is a hive of industrious workers, busy docking ships, unloading goods for the populace of this fine city and checking their pockets incase an urchin makes off with a few coins. With these ferry boats and airships come passengers.
Friends and relations of said passengers often have to stand around looking worried. All the while their poor ankles are getting sore from…well…standing.
What is missing in the following picture?
I’ll tell you whats missing…benches!
Yes! Two or three well placed, worn, not painted in years and slightly rusted park benches would serve Part Babbage well. Think of the old folks like Doctor Obolensky having to stand around while his arthritis acts up on his old legs! Think of poor old Bonehea…Mr Underby who has very under developed muscles in his legs having to stand around and be blown hither and dither in the wind! Think of me in my hoov…my fancy dress costume legs which i am testing having to stand all the time!
Yes! A few well placed old, worn park benches on the upper promenade will work wonders for the old and the tired waiting on their latest shipment of doomsday machines, coal, non specific artifacts to aid in the mutual destruction of New Babbage…and it would be great for lazy sods like me who don’t like standing around…
PARK BENCHES FOR PORT BABBAGE!
*runs off and hides cause he figures Mr Tenk will be looking for him soon*