Every morning I fly into the sky and gallop through the air on my galactic space pony, spreading non-badness and tiny boxes of fresh air throughout the universe except that I’m not supposed to cross the street.
I was born in a drawer of silverware and brought up by a pair of brown socks.
I hate music.
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