Dis monorail kind of lumpy, actually…
I sun myself in your general direction.
You realize that makes no sense, don’t you?
I shun you for your sense making.
I shun you from my blanket fort of solitude.
Have I mentioned how very strange you McCullough cats are?
Not strange, diabolical! Engaging demonic laser eyes, in 3.2.1…
Random skull full of whiskey.
