|"What? What did you say, hoomin? No, no, I don't wanna hear you!"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
Yes, hoomin, you are pesting again. Yes, I made that up. It seems that our hoomin has this uncanny ability to sense when we're chillaxing in the middle of a wonderful, lazy bunday and he wants to know how things are going.
Well, they were going great until you showed up, hoomin. In no uncertain terms, we instructed the hoomin to go back to his books. He oning about making progress, so, you know, we nudged him off. Gentry, of course, very gently.