Don't freak out, Saffy. Don't freak out.
I said, DON'T FREAK OUT!
For your information, Saffy Saffron Sassafras, racin' around the house from one room to another over and over AND OVER again, definitely qualifies as freakin' out. Freakin' out in a freakishly freaky manner, I'd say.
Yeah, I know she's actin' a bit strange but the fact of the matter is, peeps ARE strange. Strange is in their nature. In all likelihood, Strange is probably Peepers' middle name. My gosh, Strange might be the middle name of ALL peeps out there. It's a definite possibility, for sure. Peeps REALLY ARE THAT strange.
There is no explanation for it, Saffron, my man. She's just strange.
On the other paw...
Well that's what happens when peeps rely too much on television to keep them occupied. TV goes out and they suddenly don't know what to do with themselves. Next thing you know, they're revertin' back to the kinda weird and STRANGE behaviour peeps had in pre-television days. You know, the kinda weird and strange behaviour Peepers is exhibitin' right now.
Yes, Saffron, I know it's loud.
Yes, Saffron, I know it's stinky.
And yes, Saffron, I know it's scary as all get out.
Cleanin' stuff usually is all those things. The vacuum is way too loud for our delicate ears; the cleanin' stuff in those bottles stink worse than the perfume Peepers wears; and watchin' the peep become a whirling dervish right in front of our eyes is scarier than the scariest horror movie ever there was. I mean, EVEN STEPHEN KING couldn't write anythin' scarier.
No, Saffron, it can't last forever.
No, Saffron, she's bound to get tired of doin' this soon.
And no Saffron, once the cable guy comes tomorrow and fixes the cable so that we have television to watch again, Peepers will stop this cleanin' frenzy of hers and start actin' like our normal Peepers, again.
Well, normal for her, that is.
Gosh darn it, she had better.
Remember to mask up, too.