Someone, hide me! The Woman went somewhere today on her rumbly bike and when she came back she smelled like the stabby place. And THEN I heard her tell the Man she "picked up Max's happy pill" so that can only mean that tomorrow they're taking me to the stabby place!

Oh, that steak the other night so totally does not make up for this! I bet that bald guy is going to shove things up my butt and he's going to stab me with needles, and then he'll make me really, really mad by looking at my zits.

FANDANGOIT, PEOPLE, IT'S ZITS, IT'S NOT FACE CANCER! Leave me alone!

I am not pooping tonight or tomorrow morning, just so I have enough on board to let the entire stabby place know exactly what I think of the whole thing.

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