Did you know that this is the last week of classes at UMM, and I'm ooga booga GAH! Heebity heebity heebity boo, wibbledy bobbledy not you too, and jeez I'm gonna hork. Galumphedrin. Yaaah - yaaaah - yaaaaaaaaaaaaieeee. Go away kid, you bother me. Pthththbbbbfhfhththt. Open the pod bay doors, Hal.
So. Yes. You were saying? I was saying? What!? Please, can I take a nap now?
Thwock.
I KNOW! Really, I do.
I hope that explains everything.
P.S. I meant that most sincerely, every word of it.
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