Hoomans. Funny thing they are. We have to have them for obvious reasons.
But really – they chase after us with cameras that have annoying lights on them. They call this fun.
But really – they spend more time doing things with cameras than we do sleeping.
But really – they make jokes about things called pubs.
But really – they Plurk (sounds like Ganzou being sick, that does).
But really – they take lots of pictures of food.
But really – they *travel* way too much.
But really – they write stuff called *poetry*.
But really – they *blah*g.
But really – they *code*.
I’d like my dinner now, thanks.
