I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.
The poor monkey quietly seated on the ground seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.
They took their meals together and it was remarked on such occasions when...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
