“FOOD!” it bellowed.
Gavin had grown weary of this constant bellowing. Ever since his big toe had begun to evolve, he was constantly having to deal with the endless hassle it was giving him.
When it wasn’t hungry it needed the bathroom, when it didn’t need the bathroom it wanted to sleep.
Can you imagine how awkward it is to have to sit on the bus with your left foot in a cushioned shoe-box?
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