Nyuuuuuu!   *Flails*

Flailing will only attract my BUTTERFLIES OF DOOM! Combined with the powdered mildew and red velvet carpet fluff, NOTHING will save your soul.

Annnnnnnnnd, this chaos, nonsense, utter insanity is why I adore you all.... aside from the fact that you all taste good of course. *bares wolfie teeths in reassuring grin* Anyhoo, just passing through on my way... umm... over there -------> *exit stage left*

*eyes Skechy's powdered mildew*

 

Good taste?

 

And they call us the crazy ones ...

Tsk. They aren't allowed to call us the crazy ones. Not after they forced me to get rid of my imaginary friend, Poo. I miss Poo. I wish she'd come back. The nights get so lonely....

Ooooh, I wanna poo too!  Hilarity!

Is your "special friend" called Hilarity? Interesting name...

Not at all.  Hilarity is my Mind Slave.  Stole her from someone else's mind.