So I just got chased about the living room in my grandmother's MANSION by a literate four year old named Daxton (my cousin) and my twenty four year old aunt Lora. You've seen her before. Anyway, they chased me around, knowing fully well I can't run and have no stamina, with toys. Swords, screwdrivers, grabby claws, sheilds. I was left to defend myself with a fucking stuffed animal panda. A panda was my weapon of mass destruction. And apparently I was the villan Sheeshawn... How do these names exist?!?!

Anyway, now I'm having a horrible coughing fit and having a hard time breathing lol