I'm enjoying the accommodations in here, but it's starting to get a wee bit cramped. So, I enjoy punching and kicking the crap out of the walls of my current digs, but only when Mom is trying to sleep or something like that, cuz that's how I roll...swim, float, whatever.
And under no circumstances will the old man ever be allowed to feel it. I can hear when Mom grabs his hand and presses it up against the wall. That's when I go into hiding, until it's time to bug Mom again. Because I'm already a smartass! I heard I got that from something called "DNA." But don't worry, old man, I have plans for you...just you wait.
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