Hey Peepers, pass me a nip mouse, would ya?
Hey, if you had my life, you'd be nippin' at nine in the mornin', too.
Peepers, you don't understand...
No seriously, you don't understand. You don't understand at all. My problems are with my nip plants, you see, and when it comes to the growin' of the nip, it's a well-known fact that YOU understand pretty much nothin'. Your nip-growin' skills are... Well... Well they're pretty much non-existent, for sure.
Nip-killin' skills, on the other paw...
BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TRYIN' TO DO.
Okay, so here's the thing. My baby nip plants are growin', but they're gettin' crowded in those wee little pots I started 'em in. Too crowded to grow any bigger, for sure. And I'm thinkin' I need to transplant 'em or somethin'.
But THAT is my problem, you see. The transplantin' part, I mean.
Two words: Opposable thumbs.
WELL I KNOW I DON'T HAVE 'EM. THAT'S MY PROBLEM. SEE?
Yeah, I tried transplantin' them myself, but...
But transplantin' is really hard to do without opposable thumbs.
Peeps: Good for Pretty much NOTHIN', until you need a Pair of oPPosable Thumbs.
So uh, Peepers...
Peepers, do you have any plans for this afternoon?
You do, huh?
Well do your opposable thumbs have any plans for this afternoon?
They do, huh?
Come on, Peepers, please don't make this any harder for me than it already is. PLEASE don't make me beg. PLEASE...
Okay, so the I'm-not-gonna-beg ship just set sail.
Here's the thing, Peepers: If I can't get my baby nip plants into bigger pots or somethin', they're gonna die in those little wee ones. And if my baby nip plants die in those wee little pots, it's gonna be all your fault.
'CAUSE YOU WON'T LEND ME YOUR THUMBS IS WHY.
Do you not understand anythin'?
*SIGHS MORE LOUDLY*
*SIGHS LOUDLY ENOUGH FOR THE ENTIRE NEIGHBOURHOOD TO HEAR*
Peepers, maybe I could make you a deal. Maybe...
I know! What if I were to promise not to mock you anymore on my blog in return for your usin' those opposable thumbs of yours to transplant my nip plants?
Scratch that. I shouldn't make promises I can't keep.
Peepers, how 'bout if I were to promise not to mock you on my blog, for a whole week, in return for your usin' those opposable thumbs of yours to transplant my nip plants?
Scratch that. Same issue with the keepin' of promises thing.
How 'bout if I were to promise not to mock you, at all, FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR, in return for your usin' those opposable thumbs of yours to transplant my nip plants?
I can do that. I know I can. I know I can go a whole hour without peep mockin', for sure.
Just have to take an hour long nap, is all.
I can probably do that in my sleep.