Imagine that Darth Vader's breathing apparatus broke.
Now imagine that he works across the aisle from you at the office.
Welcome to Muskrit's world.
In other news, my little special needs hamu Casey passed away on Friday. I am still sad. I probably will be sad for a while.
~ crossposted from
dreamwidth ~
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*squishes your icon!*
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He really liked the cardboard tube I put in his cage. I'm pretty sure he thought it was a wormhole or other magical tunnel, because he'd go in one end and then when he came out the other side, he'd be out of the cage! (Because I would pick up the tube, of course; but he didn't know that.) So he'd run around my bed for a while, and then when he wanted to go back home, he'd just get in the tube again. He was in the tube when I found him, so I like to think he went on one last, magical journey. ♥
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Good luck on that whole Darth thing. Maybe an air cleaner would help? Humidifier, maybe? Hmmm....
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I don't really know what's going on with my co-worker, as he only started doing this last week...
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