scuttles around in here. builds a fort out of your books. decorates it with flowers. Where are they from? Who knows.
“OKAY THIS- THiiiiissss needs to stop! This blatant mishandling, this unabashed debasement this-- this debaucherous desecration of artfully bound, preserved and archived history needs to--”
“--whoa what kind of flowers are these? What in the heck....”

















