Why must you submit me to this ridiculousness you call, 'mothering'? Is that face you're making supposed to be funny? 'Cause it's not. I'm just wondering how in the world I ended up here, in this family. The angel in charge of check-out procedures said I was headed to the home of a small-town Austrian college professor. This ain't nothin' like I thought it was gonna be. There must have been a mix up in transit.
Please tell me you're kidding. This is the family I'll be living with forever? All 4 of them? I'd like to speak to your Manager to get this straightened out. Right. Now.
Okay, so let me get this right: There was some sort of mix up on the way here. And because of that, and these people have fallen in love with me, yada yada yada, I've been given a super power? Are you kidding me? This is too good to be true! So what's my special ability? (whisper, whisper, whisper)
BEWARE the giant DroolThrasher! I will take you out in one fail swoop of my deathly, toxic drool.
Some video footage of his thoughts, exactly.
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