“Do you have my money, Piglet?”
“I’m sorry, Pooh. I can get it by next week. I promise. Just give me a few days.”
“You said that last week, Piglet.”
“I know, Pooh. I mean it this time.”
“Oh, bother. I feel a rumbly.”
“No, Pooh. Please?”
Whump!
“I feel a rumbly, gangland-style. Eeyo’, unstuff his ass.”
*SUBMIT! SUBMIT!.*
*ARCHIVES! ARCHIVES!*
*BEA SHIRT! BEA SHIRT!*