Time for something new.
Hi! Back by popular demand! Well, uh, actually nothing. I'm not back, I never really left, I have no popular demand, and...wait. Why am I assuming I was talking about me?
So, I guess I will talk about me. I've got eyes, face, nose, feet. That's the basics. I can't juggle or impress you. So please don't assume I will do either of those things. This assumption made by strangers has gotten me into three or four West-Side Story-esque dance/knife fights
I can't dance or fight with knives either so all of those previously mentioned instances ended in disaster for me.
I used to tell people that my weakness was being eaten by alligators, but that was false. It turns out, I was mistaking crocodiles for alligators and a lot of people showed up with legitimate alligators and well...They were disappointed. So it's pocket crocodiles for anyone keeping score.
I live somewhere. It's pretty fancy.
I don't know how to count without using my fingers. Any number that can't be counted with some sort of finger method is a mystery to me. Sorry, Nine. What secrets do you keep?
I'm only here because I was promised cookies.
That's me again. The updated version, still pretty much an alien baby. Yeah, that's right.