that little fat kid with the bunny with the full blessing of ...uh... all those stupid crows ...riiiiiiight... in conjuction with ...hmmmm... one of my nostril hairs ...no, no, wait. I mean... ...ho, ho!... the dairy industry ...riiiiiiight... or else, maybe ...uhhhh... the fluoride producers have been living off the teat of the diary industry. ...yeah, yeah, yeah... If they find out I know this stuff, I'm dead ...no, no, no, no...
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...something's got to give...
I hear you moving in the hallway.
I hear you sharpening your claws.
I hear you polishing your teeth, sometimes.
but I don't mind.
spilling toward alpha (The Hound Chronicles, 1992)