With the fossil fuels gone, there was really only one alternative.
Yes, of course there were issues with powering our machinery with demons. They gummed the gears up with firedust, would mischievously aim their steam outputs at passersby, and would sometimes do the exact opposite of their programming.
But they almost never went on murderous rampages. Mostly never.
Also, be a doll and GO FISH.
Is it a dancing bird or a wacky monster?
THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS. Or two, anyway.
…or a 20-story monster driven by the kid you sprayed sour milk on last week. You know, whichever.
R: So, what color do you think I should put behind him?
J: I don’t know. Green? Purple? What is he, anyway?
R: A maggot-grub-thing.
J: I thought maggots were white.
R: He’s brown. He’s also been chopped in half and he’s smiling.
I am not exactly employing a lot of logic here.
Boing.
Sheriff Nanner cannot abide lawbreakers.
OH MY GOD THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR DOG