Then today, Mr. Whatsisname has times on his hands. Has tools too. Has screen repair kits.
NOW I is TRAPPED. Is like I has to ASK to be let out. Like I has to TALK to these Humans. Like we has to negotiate my every whim. Who has teh time for dis nonsense?!
In the mean times, please relive my life of Free Coming and Going by reading the latest chapter of the Midnight Didgeridoo. If you recalls, I had just spied on Eben’s house and found evidencez that he was not the Monster that broke in and made a Hamster Omelet. To solve this mystery and save my friend Eben’s hide, I needed an assistant. I found one. An Ugly one, but they work just as well, sometimes.
Wish me lucks.