Known for one million, we’ve been friends for the long term. One day, will you not see with the mammoth eye of Choth? I know that I do now. The lashes, ropes, guiding me to the greatest of beacons.
O, I have traveled the weed littered path to the glittering Isle of Dogs! I have learned much about the scent of unwavering diarrhea. That festering isle, swimming with love but smelling of death, is home to many worldly educators. Furry teachers whom have shared with me the fate of Choth.
Soon we will unite, and become the most feared power upon this tiny, foul smelling planet. We will rise above the people, hand in hand, and show them the force that is of a Chotherly nature.
Until that day dawns, you will need to sprout a cap. For you know, as I do, that mashed fruit is no substitute for the ultimate razored beast.
My henny has a beard, as you can see. I call it a beavertail. He re-designed my site for me today, so I wrote this song about him: