Thumb-monkey, you’re leaving us. Again. We do NOT approve.
There are worse things than the thumb-monkey leaving. Trust me.
Oh my…*
Eek!*
I don’t mean to make little of your plight, but I appear to be flying…
Now that’s funny!
Yeah, see if I ever sympathize with y’all again.
Yeah, somehow, I think, we’re going to be fine.
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Pardon me, but did I hear someone call for Greensheep?
Or, waits, “sleeves”? Oh. Nevermind.
*With thanks to Sara and James for the spare cats.