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| Gussy, "Nice shot. More luck than brains, that's what I call it." |
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| 'Spresso, "I'm gonna catch that little *****. There ain't gonna be no next time." |
Greetings, Everybun!
They still don't know how I did it. I had breached the gate and entered the forbidden "murderizer sector."
I timed it with the twilight zone when the hoomins can't exactly tell if they had too much coffee or not enough. Of course, the murderizer was nowhere to be seen. He was probably passed out, groggy, and blissed out from too many cookies and head rubs that morning. Good for him.
I was running my reconnaissance as planned when one of the hoomins spotted me accidentally. One minute I'm chinning the pee bin and everything else I can get my chin on, and the next, I'm doing wild, evasive maneuvers. Eh, she scooped me up, and that was that - for the moment!
They still don't know how I did it.
We'll keep you posted,
- Gussy
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