Scrawled in a loose hand on the pages of a maimed and singed oilcloth-wrapped journal. It's cover and page margins are scrawled over with doodles of kittens. Some of these are, unfortunately, pink.
Dear Diary,
He's INSANE! Stark raving mad. It's the only explanation. He's delusional from the pain, and he's somehow convinced me to go along with it.
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Unfortunately not. If that were the case he'd be much easier to handle.
No, he's just blithely ploughing along, making entirely too much sense for me to dismiss. And making me want to strangle him. Out of love. Love strangling. For his own bloody good.
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You see, no one quite expects a fully pneumatic Chazzer Glanworth. They always have this little outside fear, you see, that they might be bore down upon one day by such a thing as a pneumatic Chazzer Glanworth, but no one quite expects it, so when it does appear, it is a bit of a shock.
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Does the wife get a vote? Because I'm not sure at all that I want a completely pneumatic Chazzer Glanworth. I'd rather not be compressed into unconsciousness every time I want a hug!
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*Addison makes pneumatic Chazzer sound effects, though. KerHISSS. KerHISSS.*
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Snap your mandibles once to say you understand
Now hold me close
Wait, now that’s too close, you’re crushing my hand
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