Setting: A darkened bedroom, 3 am. I'm half asleep. Morphberry is propped up on Husby's pillows, Husby kneels over him, holding his hands and moving them animatedly.
Husby: Vrrrooom, vrrrooooom, VROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMNNNNNYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUuuummm! NNNNNNNYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAUUUUUUU pew! pew!VVVVRRRRAAAAAUUUUUUU what?
Me: [Dying of laughter] It's
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