Who knows what goes through their little heads?
|Place tin tack here, like so|
|And so now, my friends, I will spring forth and pounce upon this wheeled menace.|
|HALP. Send ladders. I is stuck.|
|Guys guys I think I'm jammed|
|One bite through its brake cable and this vile velocipede is history.|
|Try to take this Fried Egg Haribo. It will be the last thing you do on this earth.|
|I am so small, so perfect. And yet, so alone.|