My monstrous body is sitting on top of your chest. We both find it’s easier to conceptualize of things like this, and I’m relieved to be out of your body at least for a few minutes. There’s no room for me, anyway, so we’re both crushed together in an awkward embrace, but it’s still better.
You wish I had been a little nicer. I wish you had been a little nicer.
I wish I had ridden more horses. You wish you had ridden more horses.
Who’s going to take care of Bloaty?
That just makes us sad.
Oh my God, what if Lamzy gets her? Fuck.