Moomin and Hamster have been shooting imaginary things for a couple of hours. Just now I was weeding, contemplating the destructive, preserving, and creative forces of Life in the form of some henbit along my rock border… and overheard this:
*in robot voice* “Transforming – into – twoheaded – Tyrannosaurus Rex – transforming – “
“pshew! pshewwwwww!”
“Hey look another tyrannosaurus rex! over there! In the tree! Get ready!”
“No wait! Don’t shoot it! I can comMUNicate with it ! In Tyrannosaurus language!”
“Wow yeah!”
“*mumble mumble mumble*”
“It says it wants to be our helper!”
“Good, we can be its friend!”
“Let’s have a little rest in the hammock.”
“Good! We’ll be rest-raptors.”
“Rest-raptors! We’re diurnal. That means, the opposite of nocturnal. ”
“Yeah, pretend we’re both raptors sleeping in a cocoon.”
Oooookay! You know, it was almost better when they were shooting everyone.
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