
IMAO World Headquarters

Frank J: Well, it’s after 8:00 and we really need to start. I appreciate everyone showing up.


Basil: Hey. Where’s Harvey?

Oppo: I cannot believe you have not heard the news. Harvey’s retired, and we all have the blues.

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Basil: Um. What?

Oppo: I’ll say it again, if you feel that I must. Harvey has gone now. You believe me, I trust?

Basil: Well, who’s in charge?

Frank J.: I’m in charge.

Basil: No, seriously. Who’s in charge now?

Spacemonkey: Can I have his office?

Oppo: Usually a face I never forget. I don’t think I know you sir. Have we met?

Spacemonkey: You can call me Spacemonkey.

Oppo: I know your stuff from old, and it carries quite fame. It’s so nice to finally put a face with the name.

Basil: Yeah, when Frank and Sarah moved to Florida, Spacemonkey caught up with them outside Mobile and run ’em off the road. Frank gave him a spot here so he’d let them go.

Spacemonkey: So … that office?

Basil: First we have to figure out what to do now that Harvey is gone. Who’s going to hand out assignments?

Frank J.: I’m in charge.

Oppo: If I was able to post more, I already would. Life gets in the way. I’ve done what I could.

Spacemonkey: That’s what happened to me. I needed to step away to deal with some really important things. It’s not that didn’t enjoy it, I just had things I really needed to focus on and do.

Keln: I’m in the same boat. We’re all real people and we have to step away from blogging for our own personal reasons.

Mr. Right: Yep. I’ve been there. I’m still there.

Keln: We all have to respect Harvey’s situation. He shared the situation with us last week and made the public announcement Saturday.

Basil: Wait. What?

Keln: You didn’t get the emails? There were several.

Basil: How would I know?

Mr. Right: Open your app on your phone and read them. It’s not that hard.

Basil: Is that what those numbers mean? That I got emails?

Keln: Anyway. It’s a difficult situation. Not talking about it could lead to speculation, but talking about it would violate a trust. So, I’m just gonna respect his wishes and not talk about it. I do wish him the best.

Spacemonkey: As do I.

Mr. Right: Same here.

Basil: I don’t mean to sound callous, but who’s in charge now?

Frank J.: I’m in charge.

Oppo: That’s not so important as us just doing our part. I’ll commit to posting when I can. At least that’s a start.

Spacemonkey: Well, I’m heading out. I’ve got stuff going on. I’ll post when I can. Maybe some classic stuff from time to time. I don’t know. I’ll … I’ll do what I can.


Mr. Right: That’s an excellent idea. Me too. But right now, I’ve got lots of stuff I need to see about.


Keln: Yep. I’m gonna cut out, too. But I’ll post when I can. I just don’t know if that’s today, next week, or whenever.


Basil: I’ll be in my closet … um, my office … if anybody needs me.







Frank J.: I’m in charge.

Oh yeah baby, keys to the asylum!
TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA!
Now that he’s retired, my collection of “Sexy Harvey” Halloween costumes should skyrocket in price!
Delivery–
Who ordered 35,000 pink post-it notes and 15 gross colored pencils?
No, that’s gross as in 12 dozen, not gross as in, “Hey, is that Nancy Pepsi on the cover of Playboy?”
Hey, I don’t take the orders, I just deliver the goods.
Okay, then, who’s in charge here?
I don’t know…there was this guy Frnak for awhile but…
Ask Frank, he might know.
I sense an opportunity for a coup around here. But really, would anyone notice?
Capt. Willard: Who’s in charge here?
Soldier: In charge? I don’t know, man. I’m just doing what I’m told – I’m just a working girl.
“Ain’t you?”
Willard: Hey soldier, do you know who’s in command here?
Soldier: Ain’t you?
This is obviously witness protection.
Read that as “witless”.
Well, I’m sorry Frank, but we’re going to need you to abandon your family and career to provide us daily infotainment. It’s the responsible thing to do.