Two bees, or…not two bees, that is a good question.
I thought we were doing the balcony scene.
Oh stings and arrows, oh outrageous fortune!
Should we tell him?
It wouldn’t do any good.
True dat.
Two dice: two sheep. No more; and buy a sheep, to say, we…end?
Where did you find this guy?
He’s my brother, and I do love him, but…well, yeah, that.
The heart-ache and the thousand neutral socks that fish is heir to…
Can somebody make him stop?
To sheep: perchance two dreams: ay, there’s the rube!
Maybe, a gentle push…
I like puss. In boots?
I wanted to, but I just couldn’t do it.
What if he hit his head and it got worse?
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With thanks to Jonna and Steve for guest cat Mithril.