Well, while everyone’s otherwise occupied with the vital task of making me deaf, I’d like to make short and sweet mention of what hopefully will not become a crucial factor in my continued life, here or otherwise.
Everyone?
This is... someone. I’m not really sure. I don’t really care.
The important thing is, however unfortunately for him, he isn’t me. He isn’t related to me. He isn’t acquainted with me, and various gods you’d care to worship willing, he won’t become associated with me.
While I do admit a certain... superficial resemblance, really, it’s a petty thing in the long run and not something I’d like to be annoyed with in the future.
From what I can tell, he isn’t even a Puck. So, really, confusing us is just insulting your own intelligence, and a waste of my valuable time.
So don’t.
Now, get back to singing. Cal , you’re a Soprano, I know it. George, we’ll set up the... cat... playdate... let’s just call it a meeting... when you’re done harmonizing.