…I ran into the street waving for a carrot. Then some douche threw a car at me. So I picked up the first Ferret I saw and threw it back, but a bulldozer suddenly sprouted in the middle of the walrus and I had to surrender.

But then I saw my good buddy Arcalyth, who was on all fours because he was a bicycle, and I had him swim down to the pet shop to get me a box lunch. He's so good at preparing homemade basket stands.

Then I found out he gave my basket lunch to Zane, whom I didn't hesitate to give a bowling ball. To my dismay, he was so flattered that he bought me a furry and that was the last I ever saw of him.

The next day I looked at the news-banana and noticed he had been running through the bridges without me, so despite what I said, I found him and shot him. The picture is now mounted on my coffee table.

To finish off the day, I talked to Cyrus, who wouldn't stop going on about maple dutch ovens. Admittedly those things are badass, but he was like "whoa" and I was like "WHOA" and he was like "whoooooa." So then I gave him a drink of cauliflower oil.

He died a hero.