Much Awkwardness Ensued.

Tis The Gift To Be Gentle, ’tis The Gift To Be Fair, ’tis The Gift To Wake And Breathe The Morning Air, To Walk Every Day In The Path That We Choose, Is The Gift That We Pray We Will Never Never Lose.

Zee Said, Grumpily, “liebling, This Is Not A Good Idea.” “zee,” I Told Him, “i Am Completely Out Of Good Ideas And Am Doing My Best With The Bad Ones I Have Left.

He Stopped What He Was Doing And Pulled Out His Magic Phone. Okay, The Phone Wasn't Magic, But It Does Things My Computer Struggles With.

"i Thought Indians Built Fires With Fiction." .... "i Can Do That, But I'd Like To Eat Sometime In The Next Day Or So. Sterno And Bic Are Much Faster."

I'm A Coyote Shapeshifter Playing In A World Of Werewolves And Vampires---outmatched Is N Understatement.