If only there was some doe-eyed fool that was hopelessly smitten with me. How they might hold me and listen to my every petty woe- their sweet-nothings melting away into a blanket of steam. That would surely remedy the rotten day I've had. Ho hum. I suppose I shall bathe alone.
I'm sure you'd love to waste the day away running your fingers through my fur, but I'm afraid we have other things to attend to. Though if you really can't help yourself, I see no harm in allowing you to continue... for a few more minutes.
There was a part two to the "Kragg in a gold bikini" thing that I never posted because I thought it a little too much. But I was never going to beat the gooner allegations anyway, so have some psychic damage on the house.