Man, oh man.

So there we were, out in the garden… happily playing with our little monster… when all of a sudden this huge motherfucking stone slab comes down from the roof with a crash, hitting the ground where we had both been standing not too long ago, making a huge hole in …

Are you talking about me, human?

Little Tiger, burning bright With a subtle Blakeish light, Tell what visions have their home In those eyes of flame and chrome! Children vex thee – thoughtless, gay – Holding when thou wouldst away: What dark lore is that which thou, Spitting, mixest with thy meow? – H.P. Lovecraft This …