M. . . Do I?

(he'll scoop her up, giving her a little kiss on the forehead as he does so.) then let's get you just that.

Well. That's rather odd. . . ( frowns, just slightly.) You look quite familiar as well, but I'm quite used to others reusing my designs.

Henry Emily. . . And you are?

Your Henry? (His brow furrows, confused.) What do you mean by that?

Miller. . . He doesn't sound very nice at all.

Well I definitely don't think I'm the deal incarnate or anything of that sort.

Yes, dear?

Pink? I mean, no more than anyone else is. Oh. Well, your design. It's very similar to the one I came up with for our security puppets.

People were calling his Mediocre Melodies names. . . . He would never purposefully kill another living being. And yet. He's tempted.

(laughing softly, moving to squish them back.) I need to- breathe!

Would I look good in orange?

Oh. Well thank you for the advice. I really appreciate it.

Hm. I would agree, unfortunately I have responsibilities.

"Well I, for one, get quite happy when I see you, old friend. I'm glad you're around and listening to your stories brings me such joy." A pause, thinking something over. "Perhaps we should get you a storytime corner."

He looks him over with a small tilt of his head, concern painting his expression. "How come? I'm sure the younger children would like your stories."

Can he offer a hug in these trying times?

Moving in closer to give him a tight hug. He doesn't like seeing one of his favorites in so much misery. "What's wrong?"

/ / AAAAAH OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS!!!

/ / I LOVE THEM- LITTLE BLORBOS FROM MY PIZZAPLEX