Okay, still a *AIRHORN* pony. Okay, that wasn't even a swear. I said *AIRHORN*. Why are you censoring *AIRHORN*. I'm already censored by this *AIRHORN* thing.
Fine. You just *AIRHORN* whatever you want and make me sound like I'm swearing when I'm not. That's just fine by me. I only have a few notes anyway. So nyah.
Anyway, we had
Ahsoka at the library because she had thumbs. Congrats on having thumbs, kid. Wish I did. In town,
Dante was *AIRHORN*--c'mon--Dante was mad about the wacky animals and decided to fight them. While being a pony. I hope there was a lot of kicking. There was some looking for things that represent other things going on.
Stark, Anthony Hopkins, and that flower guy all looked for generosity.
Cassandra, Roscoe, and Cecil looked for pocket protectors or something with honesty. I mean, look at those names.
Musical Theater, FN-whateverthe*AIRHORN*, Hardison, and Didi settled on a blanket for kindness.
Anders, Merrill, Karla, and that one ghost guy Bob went with a magical pony book. By a pony. I really hate ponies now. My awesome
self, Kenzi, and Ada went with a banana for laughter after being confused by youth culture. And finally, we had
Captain America, Frank the kid who gives me alcohol, Jack, and Jalian getting military medal for loyalty. Hey, I have some of those. I mean. I stole most of them for funsies, but I have them.
But that's all. Here's hoping to waking up bipedal tomorrow, folks.