Day 1
Pen: *jamming on the guitar* na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na
Bup budupadup ooh
Staying home in quarantine
Day 2
Pen: I've got a cramp in my back, and another in my right butt cheek
Day 5
Pen: *to tree* you and I will have separate grandchildren and we will say to them "oh god look I'm playing my guitar upside down!"
Day 10
Pen: *to remote* don't look at me like that! Just something to do
Day 14
Pen: and, oh wait I forgot the words. Na na...
Day 20
Pen: *very unenthusiastic* na... na... na...
Day 25
Pen: *to black hole* do you ever think REALLY hard about boredom?
Day 40
Pen: *strums guitar at tree* is that annoying? *strums guitar* is that annoying? *strums guitar* is this annoying?
Day 50
Pen: look it's some circling birds, I bet you they're going to eat our corpses
Day 69
Pen: and then the worms will come out of the ground...
Day 75
Pen: and then some other little critters gonna come out and, make furniture out of our bones, and sit on it, and have lovely dinners
Day 87
Pen: aaaaaand this whole thing will be a disaster! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!
Day 99
Pen: *exhaling* haaa na na na na na... na na na na... na na na na na...
