Me: I was eating a poptart and one of my sugar gliders would not stop trying to get it so I gave him a little bit of the jam. He’s going to die tomorrow.
Larry: Yes he probably will die Larry: And become a ghost Me: OH GOD A SUGAR GLIDER GHOST SOUNDS SO AWFUUUUUUUL Larry: Do not be frightened! Me: FUCK NO GOD. THEIR BARKING AND OH GOD ALL MY POPTARTS WILL BE MISSING JESUS CHRIST LARRY NOW I CAN’T SLEEP GODLarry: Scratching on cages that dont exist in the dead of night Me: HAHAHA
Larry : IT IS THE SOUND OF YOUR MADNESS
-later-
Me: Are you coming to Icarus’s funeral?
Larry Viscus: Did he die
Me: He’s going to.
Me: I’ve got the shoebox outside the cage with his favorite toy in it, the cover on the side so he can see what happens when he fucks with my poptartsLarry: You gave him the fucking poptart. You can’t punish him for that. Thats like grinding on a dick and then punching a dude in the face for getting a boner
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