All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
Oh dear. Immediately, I am reminded of what a disappointment I, being a lowly hoomin, am to Her Royal Bunness, Queen Cinnamon Rabbit.The truth is simple (just like hoomins): Hoomin beans are not not fit to snorgle rabbits. We are, at best, bringers of food, and lowly slaves.(I still want to snorgle Cinnamon, though!)
Eh? "Hoomin beans are not not fit to snorgle rabbits."?There's the proof, right there, of how stoopid hoomins can be!
I love it when a rabbit does the impression of a chicken sitting upon her eggs.
When will you be done with that Sunday paper? I need something to read.(Counts to ten) Yes, I know I'm surrounded by books. (Sighs)I've read them all at least twice.Now, give me the paper or I'll shred it from your hands.Even better idea, I'll just shred your hands.
Ah fleetie; I see Ms. Cinnabun has deployed the spikes of doom. That should squelch all silly notions of snorgling.
Her people have all those books and are still so inept ... Something is seriously wrong with the human education process.
"Have I READ them.... I WROTE them."
Ohh, Cinnamon. The disapproval, I can accept, but the disappointment... I don't know what I did but I'm so sorry.Betsy and Boswell use this tactic on me all the time but no matter how many treats I proffer, my guilt is never assuaged.
Cinnamon Buns look a lot grumpier than I remember..
Stacy: I love it! Deployed the spikes of doom! I love Queen Cinnamon's hair sprigs! They always convey just the right message!
Stacy : The Spikes Of Doom! Ha ha!Oh, but isn't Cinny a cutie little spiky porcubun?!
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