i disapprove of them. i turn my nose & sniff askance at them. i roll my eyes & make little tsk-ing noises about them. & sometimes, in a moment of weakness, i crack under the pressure, i succumb, i ... meme.
yes, i deciphered my name (it's in the more area). this, i blame directly & wholeheartedly on batgrl. not my fault.
in other news, i have the arms. now i have to make something wonderful for the giver of the arms. i need shiny things. and adhesives. but then again don't we all?
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