These cuckoos will not stand still long enough for me to remove their moustaches... I am almost curious for what these mysterious vandals will think of next. I hope the paint is not poisonous.
I have been volunteering to help clean up the museum. People continue to show disbelief in my enthusiasm for unpaid volunteer work.
It was very difficult to gain entry. I understand it is a crime scene. But that does not excuse pork rinds left on the floor for unsuspecting passerby to possibly slip on and become paraplegic or worse.
With seasonal changes in temperature, my workload is increasing drastically. Warmth breeds filth very well, unfortunately.
But as I work, I cannot bear to see so many people walking by, sweating and suffering in the heat. I saw one woman walking her pet chain chomp, and the poor thing was nearly red.
I have been instructed to record my activities in an online journal. "Blogging" is apparently the latest trend in this city, and Professor Gadd feels that it will help me connect with humans. Proceeding with prose generation
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