June the 3rd. (Mowing the lawn is a vile occupation!)
Mowing the glass. Cleaning the grass
I thought of you when I mowed the lawn once.
SURE, I WILL PLAY WITH YOU. WHAT SHALL WE PLAY? HOW ABOUT "COUNT THE BABIES HEADS" OR "YOUR ORGANS ARE MINE"?
Play with me. Down there. *points to cellar*
I'm a real creep
No. You're creepy...
Come play with us... play... with... us... play.....
I am scared. Scared of what they are going to do to me.
KIKIZIMM!!! YOU MEAN IT? I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME AND WANTED TO RUPTURE MY GUTZ!!!!