Today, the meatsacks placed a much smaller and cuter meatsack on top of me while I ran around and bumped into things. Why would they do such a thing? Are they truly this mad? Do they not realise that, as their sworn enemy, I would kill this creature in a flash if only I could?
I despair of ever getting my revenge on the meatsacks. How can one fight something that would do this to their own young?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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