What do you mean? This is my hoppy face.
You see, our hoomin promised us to hang out with Charlie and me, again. I mean he made that promise again but is yet to hang out with us. He hangs out with Espresso, every night. And he reads to him, too. Something, something, about some dry adiabatic lapse rate, or why moist air is lighter than dry air, or some such nonsense.
So, I'm watchin' ya, hoomin. Oh, and you better bring beverages; yes, the good kind, got it?
We'll keep you posted,
You are not the science type Gus. You are more the melodramatic entertainment type.
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