Early fall of 2000 saw the arrival of the first action figure. He cost me a pretty penny, enough to feed a couple for a week. When the package was opened, I gawked at the box:

Upon opening the box, it became apparent that the poor feller needed emergency cranial surgery for a conspicuous stripe of hair running across the top of his head. Good thing I had an X-acto blade handy.

In no time, this new addition to the household took it upon himself to maintain the health of every existing action figure in the vicinity.

Doc claims that Austin has "teeth as bad as a Ferengi..."

No surprise, this self-starter eventually moved on to me. He designated himself the apartment's health inspector, checking anything and everything edible before it came my way.

Checking chow fon - as a patient looks on.

I'll say one thing for Doc. He was nothing if not meticulous.

But it came to a point where he got downright annoying (I had no idea at the time that holograms had an inherent gift for overkill). I had to think of something, and fast. Then, it dawned on me as bright as a halogen bulb. Get him a girlfriend...

Night watch: Seeing to it that the PC defrags on schedule

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