You’re sweating a lot, which leads me to believe that this was an outcome that wasn’t guaranteed in your head, like it was a surprise. Perhaps. I thought you knew me better that. Disappointing, I always thought the way this worked was rather clear. I guess communication is something that needs to be worked on. Be that as it may and that it may be. You sang like a canary, you squealed like a pig…you crumbled like an apple. In custard. Warm, wet and yellow. Like…puss…kind of like you. Symptom of something wrong. This wasn’t part of the plan, I like sticking to plans you see, routine is important in this line of work and your flippant tongue has changed things. I’m not a man who likes change, in fact change gives me a stomach ache. Do you like giving people stomach aches? What you did? Simply wasn’t cricket *makes cricket noises* do you know how crickets make that noise? Rubbing their legs together over and over again…I wonder how long we’d have to rub your legs together before getting a similar tune…do you want to make music together? Ugh again with the sweat, if I had a straw and was so inclined I would have my thirst satisfied. For now my friends will look after you, I’ll see you in a few days. Sleep tight sweet treat.