TESTINGE.

[notasquirrel]

*pawwave*  u mae goe abote yor bizniss.

Comments

[austin_dern]

I don't have any business. What should I go about?

[notasquirrel]

abote ann houre ann a haff. u kin kwit aftur thet iffe u git tiard.

[nefaria]

What if my business is traumatizing squirrels? Oh yes, you gave me permission, so I'll go do that...

[notasquirrel]

idiut. ime surpriazd yor ize donte falle oute lookinge ate thet stuffe.

[nefaria]

I just pop them right back in afterward.

[notasquirrel]

sik! iffe yor ize reelee tri toe eskape, onlee a bigg stinker liake u wud maike thim kome bak fore mor.

[moxie_man]

Business, (paw wave) what business? I'm a retired mentat! Glad to see you're still alive, Buzzy.

[notasquirrel]

U kno wat bizniss. howz klusterz ann hiz 'frend'? stil krazee ann 'marreed' or wat?

[moxie_man]

Last I heard, Feloni and Clusters were divorced. He arrived here several years ago trussed-up inside a box with Feloni's fur suit. He's remained very quiet and by himself ever since. We leave him be. I believe that wacko was actually in love with Feloni, suit or no suit.

[notasquirrel]

wel I wudnte turne mie bak oan himm. hee didd sum prettee kreepee thingz wial hee wuz heer, ann iffe u thinke hee reelee wuz inn luv with thet fatthed, thet jest proovz howe arounde thee bende hee iz.

[deor]

eep!

[notasquirrel]

o deer...sitt oan a krab?