This is me taking a little nap after a hard day doin' stuff. Nick, my personal assistant is trying his darnedest to rouse me, but, alas, I have escaped to dreamland and resist any urge to leave.
As the Bard once wrote, "Sleep....... that knits up the raveled sleeve of care!"
The trap is set! As you can see, I have become expert at ridding the house of any pesky Bluebottle flies that may, by any chance, escape the lethal flypaper I have hanging about.
Monkeyturd
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