Once again they are yelling at me because I’m not acting the way that their pills are supposed to make me act. The pills were bad enough, but this straight jacket is what launched me straight into this tantrum. I keep telling them that if take the jacket off and call off the weasels, I’d calm down. They don’t listen.
The weasels aren’t all that bad really. Mostly, they just keep stealing the laces from my shoes. They occasionally bite my ears, but I think they’re after the wax. Their smell is the worst part. The come through the sewers.
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