Wait, what?You shove me in a bag, you cart me all over Seattle, you shave my belly, stab me with needles, shove pills down my throat, take my blood, shoot fluids in my back (seriously. would you look at this? I’m a DAMN CAMEL!), starve me, leave me, make me barf…and NOW I can’t go outside?
I’m SO running away to join the circus.
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Aww… poor baby. *gives him plenty of scritches and scratches* I hope you’re feeling better.