Ok. It... appears... that you're seeking comfort in the midst of a snuggle in my bosom, While Simultaneously rubbing in my metaphoric face that I don't physically have a bosom wherein to shelter you from the dire circumstances on this intergalactic ark. Because clearly you're not nearly as excited to see me as I am to see you, And frankly, you've thrown my feelings to the ground and trampled them into specks tinier than grains of sand. It's that bad. And then you expect me to have something left that I might console you. I think not.
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It... appears... that you're seeking comfort in the midst of a snuggle in my bosom,
While Simultaneously rubbing in my metaphoric face that I don't physically have a bosom wherein to shelter you from the dire circumstances on this intergalactic ark.
Because clearly you're not nearly as excited to see me as I am to see you,
And frankly, you've thrown my feelings to the ground and trampled them into specks tinier than grains of sand.
It's that bad.
And then you expect me to have something left that I might console you.
I think not.