Ms. "I would probably eat my own young" chillin on the couch with Daniel-Son (heh heh. It works on so many levels....) here.
There are some potential explanations:
- The apocalypse is near.
- They're conspiring against me.
- Breakfast cookie proximity was sufficient for Stella to risk bodily injury.
- She was trying to smoke him out, as I later heard "Dewwa! You tooted! Dat's tinky.".
I don't trust them. Hmm...
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