....relieved that it's her off-shift for parental responsibility duty. Especially since the spectre of parental responsibility was looming ever larger before Ort, so much so that it was starting to spill ove the sides of the neopram, pooling in the bottom of the neocon plane of exsistence.
And the two entities(the looming parental responsibility and the neocon plane of exsistence, that is), having made contact, began a reaction, much like mixing matter and antimatter, the outcome being a healthy dose of reality. It was a mortifying sight for Ort, who even though mortified, stood tranfixed and watched the dawning realization of reality.
At this moment, the plane touched ground, so now reality became well grounded.
Ort suddenly felt much better once the plane rolled to a stop and the door opened. He unhooked the neopram from the nannytube ribbon, and rolled it, along with its ominously hideous cargo, out the door and off the plane. There, on the tarmac, sat the dreaded minivan, it's yawning door beckoning him to load up and drive away. But now, with the new realization of reality upon him, Ort decided that maybe the minivan wasn't so bad after all. At least it wasn't an evil SUV, aka.....