Ok people, I have a thesis to write here. Why do you keep trying to tempt me away with all your tantalizing plans? WHY??? Plans that involve food, drink, fun? Y’know, I’m terribly weak when it comes to that stuff. How do I say NO?
This arm is pathetically maleable rubber and there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe there’s some chemical reaction I can conduct on it that will turn my arm from the most twisty pliable rubber ever, into a more rigid, sturdy arm that's also perfectly functional for the usual daily arm duties. Like, if they were fairly rigid I could still type on my computer, sleepwalk or do handstands... But what about putting on pants, washing my hair, shovelling food or lifting a beer to my mouth? What about dancing? Perhaps there are some dance moves that don't require arm bendy-ness.
Oh God, how am I going to get through this?
Just leave me alone you temptresses and temptrons (huh?)... or, uh, don't leave me alone. I really don't wanna be left alone!
Wait... Rubber arm, YOU are the real temptress.
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Happy Birthday Michie!
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