Iz breakfast bar, right? So, where my breakfast?
Don’t even think about making me move.
Just slide the bed back under the hutch and nobody gets hurt.
As I was just sayi—Squirrel!
You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine.
(Originally published on the Wyrdsmiths blog Aug 15 2009, and original comments may be found there. Reposted and reedited as part of the reblogging project)