|Charlie, "Never mind the time crystals, I'm a living, breathing disdanium crystal."
|Gus, "Had enough with hoomins."
My hoomin said every day is M*nd*y, and his noggin is somewhere between well done, over easy, and scrambled all at once. The good news is the world didn't end - yet. I guess that's better than the alternative, but why should I be on the short end of that stick?
I figured out a new game to play with my hoomin - to cheer him up, help him take his mind off things, you know. When you hear a nuclear reactor is under fire somewhere - thumb your nose at the dinner salad. Talk about the hoomin snapping out of it! You would think he dipped his tail in napalm or something.
After a quick bun restart, I was back demanding cookies - with a bunnitude, of course.
We'll keep you posted.