I am much like a lobster. Put me in a very very hot bath and I might fall asleep. Have been known to pinch someone who was trying to harm me. I can grow very old.
I almost got fired from a Disney warehouse, because shipping out vinyl records was boring and mindless, so to amuse myself, I’d draw pictures of Mickey begging to be let out of the box, on the inside flap before I sealed it.
We grew up with that and no one thought to point out that little dilemma. So when I’m 5 looking happily at lobsters, where was the hammer that should have come down on my head?
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