This Insect...

*he's in his field, grumbling something along the lines of 'evil hookers,' 'pit-slagging awful city,' and something about 'scary crazy squishies'*  Never.  Again-again.  I am never going-going to Las Vegas again-again.  That was the worst-worst experience of my life-life.

*looks down at something hopping in circles around him, looking none too happy with it being there*  Shortly after returning to-to my field, I found...a rabbit.  It won't-won't leave me alone.  What-what should I do with-with it?  *yes, even Shrapnel can't kill a rabbit, because it's a rabbit*

Finding the base-base unsatisfactory, I've been exploring-exploring.

You know, red woods-woods taste divine.  You should-should try it sometime-time.  The fleshlings that-that come through here-here frequently don't seem pleased-pleased with their precious trees-trees being damaged-damaged but that's of little-little consequence to me.

And it seems that-that in my distraction, I've been forgetting to-to update this thing.  Ah well; a trivial matter-matter.

The trip to-to Disney was...interesting-interesting.  Not nearly as heinous-heinous as I would have expected.  However-however, it is not as amazing-amazing as people have-have claimed it to be-be.

Bombshell, we need-need to dismember an infant-infant sometime.  And we need-need more cotton candy-candy.