An early beta of the tree vending machine for Virtual Hot Wings, so realistic that virtual birds mistake it for a real virtual tree:

What you don't see in that photo is where the dispenser for the CDs/bottles was placed by the deranged wind-up midget designer.

Heh. Bawdy humor. Me laugh.

During this whole process, there was wbsolutely no friction between the builder and project manager at all:

Finally, the phrase "I don't know nothin' about no scriptin' scripts" (my apologies to Butterfly McQueen) doesn't quite translate into Pixie-speak, but thank God Dedric comes in to save the day:

There's a final concert at Crayon today for Virtual Thirst with Matthew Ebel around lunchingtime, and then get your copy of Virtual Hot Wings today, otherwise all of this madness will have been for naught.