That’s me poking a resentful eye out of my sleeping bag on a fall morning.
I try to wait until the sun makes the tent unbearable 
Tent? You’re all very grand. 
not as good as posh now, is it?
Compared to a tent, yeah, I guess it’s really kinda hard to argue that. Ya think?
And Scary, Baby, Ginger, and Sporty…ah, where are they now?
pretty sure they ain’t in this county…
Weren’t ever even on my planet. Maybe Neptune…
And badabing badaboom! We’re back on topic.
space, the final puntier
