[voice; backdated to early, early morning]
Look, I understand all of the "my, how big you've grown!" jokes you're going to fling at me, but...
[The feed switches to video. Have a look at what he normally looks like. Except he looks like fifty times happier than that. He looks like a child who was given a fifty and ushered into a candy emporium, which happens to be located at the top of an extremely tall building with the sun just beginning to paint the sky red. You can ignore what a bad spot that would be for a candy emporium, because Cheetor is certainly too content to scrutinize wordy similes right now.]
This all seems kinda familiar. I don't know how I feel about the rest of it, about any of it. But I know how I feel about this.
[The feed switches to video. Have a look at what he normally looks like. Except he looks like fifty times happier than that. He looks like a child who was given a fifty and ushered into a candy emporium, which happens to be located at the top of an extremely tall building with the sun just beginning to paint the sky red. You can ignore what a bad spot that would be for a candy emporium, because Cheetor is certainly too content to scrutinize wordy similes right now.]
This all seems kinda familiar. I don't know how I feel about the rest of it, about any of it. But I know how I feel about this.