Hey. Where are you going? Washroom?
Or as they say at BRE-X, I'm off to Busang
to salt the core samples.
Welcome. My name is Nikitoe. I took my name after that martyred comrade, Nikita's Toe. You might have seen the tragedy of Oct. 1960 in the media, when Nikita Khrushchev was banging his shoe on the desk at the UN. You might not have noticed Nikita's Toe fly out of that shoe, just as he was shouting: We will bury you! Well, they did 'bury' him that day. He was crushed when the session ended then swept up and unceremoniously tossed in the trash by the clean-up crew.
As Bob Marley
sang it:
"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery,
none but ourselves can free our minds."
It's like I'm reborn, and now I will venture out into the world to examine the human condition -from a new perspective. It's hard for you humans to be objective about yourselves, so I will be viewing you and reporting my observations when I can get to a keyboard. I will also be visiting exotic and interesting places; increasing my skills and learnings; seeking out others of my kind and of course, getting my kicks, not toe-ing the line.