Bio-Dome Page #4

think youre so smart?

Think youre

some rocket scientist?

Yes.

Sorry.

What do you boys want

out of life?

To die and come back

as a leotard?

Well, I may be able...

to offer you a springboard

to that future.

We would like you

to stay with us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute, man.

You guys arent

one of those freaky clans?

Dancing naked, you want us

to take off our clothes...

youre going to feed us

weird punch...

No.

- Damn.

- Sh*t. We almost had it.

It was this close.

Boys, this is

where youll be staying...

and I want you

to feel right at home.

Wed be obliged if we could get

some nice cushy beds.

With Magic Fingers?

Like the ones at the mall...

that big tourists

lie in for free.

They plop down.

The kids are around.

"Daddy, look at

the little thing!"

And it just rolls...

See? I have a sciatic.

Actually,

we have no extra beds.

- A normal mattress?

- Without rollers?

Sorry, no.

Here, guys.

Petra and I can live

without this stuff.

I know its not much.

Have you ever been with

a Squirl and a Stub?

For the pillow.

You lose the pillow.

For the blanket.

You lose the blanket.

For fun.

I cant sleep.

I cant sleep either.

Lets go find us some beds.

Get out of here!

Wake up. Smell the coffee.

Good morning

and congratulations, all.

We have survived night one.

Congratulations, Doyle!

And the best thing is...

homeostasis

was maintained all night.

No!

It is bad enough

that for the next year...

I must share

my air, food, and water...

with these Neanderthals...

but I will not share

my tools of hygiene.

Relax. Its sanitized.

I dunked it in Olivias Scope.

- Simian!

- Dick!

You guys wanted us to stay, OK?

Think back.

"Springboard into the future."

We didnt prepare

for this voyage.

We need clean teeth, too.

All right?

His teeth... look.

You are absolutely right.

You should be brought

up to speed.

It is time for a tour.

Boys. Boys.

From here, you can see...

all the regions

of the Bio-Dome...

the rain forest,

tropical lagoon, farm...

and the great desert.

Every effort was made

to duplicate them precisely...

and all of this

is your home now.

But remember,

the survival of this system...

is dependent upon homeostasis.

That means a balance...

within

an enclosed system itself.

Could we get some binoculars?

Lets make a rule.

Everything

that you did at home...

youre forbidden to do here.

Everything?

Shave poochie poochie.

Shave poochie poochie.

Everything.

- OK.

- All right.

Dont move.

lll be right back.

But I got a wicked itch

on my nads.

Dont move.

I got a wicked itch on my nads.

Faulkner said dont move.

I cant take it anymore!

I cant take it!

I guess this means

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