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| Espresso, "Why don't you just crop me out of it completely!?" |
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| Espresso, "Nice background you got there, hoomin. Be a shame if it dropped out, en!?" |
Good evening, Everybun!
I try to play along with my hoomin from time to time. We attempt something creative at least once a weekend. For me, it's a cheap way to score extra cookies. I can stay put in one place for the time it takes me to crush a digestive.
I saw him try to set up the scene yesterday, and I could tell he was screwing it up right away. So, I thump. But does the silly hoomin get it through his thick skull when you offer a gentle hint? No!
We go through the rigamarole, but by then, I don't want his stinkin' cookies. We take the shots anyway, but all I can think about is how to get the heck away from him.
And when we're all done, I hear him muter, "You were right; you had a better idea. Maybe we can try again?
Well, "Try again my foot!" - that's what I say. Go, fetch my salad, Rodin, eh!?
Good night, and good luck!
-Espresso
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