Lizard, wondering aloud whether Bertie will have had “a pooping accident” in his crate by the time we get home: “That wouldn’t be good at all! Then we would have to clean that whole mess up! Totally. Totally, man.”
Meanwhile, Chinchilla was playing with my face and put his mouth over my mouth and nose and drooled enthusiastically on me and I didn’t know until that moment that that’s a way you could die.
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