*Jesus does the cup song at the Last Supper* You’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
I literally do not care about your gender, sexuality or skin colour.
I literally only care about whether you’re a nice fucking human being or not.
*cracks my knuckles* time to complain
Foolish humans believed that mere plastic could stop me!
(Before mean Internet bird people start screaming at me, no, there wasn’t a hole in the carrier when we put him in the car. It was a long trip and he had chewed just enough of the plastic previously that he was able to make this hole in the matter of an hour or so. We got a new carrier immediately after this trip!)