Heh heh heh heh. You must really be questioning your dietary choices.
In this whole fast food joint, you four are the only four ordering salads...
And here you stand, waiting to be fattened like the rest of the garbage of this country...
That's so futile. I can't help but shed a sad clown tear.
You know, my heart is beating incredibly fast,
...I must be experiencing a heart attack!
Do you want to scream for help here in the PlayPlace™!?!
Ha ha ha ha ha! Why not call for your mommy!
Say, "Mommy! Daddy! I climbed too high and now I can't get back down to my McNugget meal!"
I know you have a cell phone, or something, so just try and order something cheaper or more convenient,
you pathetically skinny eaters of so-called vegetables!
No diet or exercise will help you now!
Ha ha ha haah...
Don't worry, your arteries will be clogged soon!
So, the stray kitten who ended up in our garden last month finally began to turn belly-up for the cuddles and greet us with purring and rubbing against our legs. A nice improvement from the little, scrawny and shivering mass of fluff he used to be.