All I can think about is this stupid ukulele.
Why would you hang up on a werewolf like that?
So a werewolf walks in to a job interview…
Maybe I should sell oysters.
Perhaps I’ll join the circus.
I’m in the tubes!
Why am I always the cheap option?
This is why I can’t do nice things.
I’m not freaking out just yet.
I have some new problems of my own to think about.