Eek.
You know what? That's super fun to say.
Eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek.
Just try saying it!
YOU: It
ME: That's not what I meant.
Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek Eek.
Okay, I'm good Now.
Why are you eeking Puff?
Thank you for asking me consious.
I'm eeking because I have my first dance competition tonight. Eek.
Seriously though, I'm going to be there from like 1:00 PM to 11:00 PM. Eek.
And I have to wear makeup. Grrrr. Grumble Grumble Grublyplank.
But, this is one of the few occasions where my mother lets me have caffeine!
How groovy is that? Pretty groovy, that's what it is.
Well, that's all I have to report.
Puff out.
Okay, and now who the heck is this dude? He looks like a giant, magical, cotton candy dude.
Puff out for real this time.
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