*knock knock*
Go away, old man. WE DON'T WANT ANY.
*knock knock*
I said, GO AWAY!
*knock knock*
What are you, hard of hearin'? Are you so hard of hearin' you can't hear me yellin' at the top of my lungs? I'm sayin'... NO, I'M YELLIN', GO AWAY!!!
Besides, we're still social distancing 'round here. Keepin' our social circles small, and always havin' six paws between ourselves and strangers.
Strangers like YOU.
MOUSES!
Oh for mousin' out loud, no matter how much I yell at him, Old Man Winter is still knockin' on my door.
MOUSES!
Lookie here Mr Winter, you old fool, we're not interested. It's bad enough that I've been stuck here with two good-for-nothin' peeps for the past four hundred and eighty-four million, four hundred and forty-four thousand, eight hundred cat seconds; I'M CERTAINLY NOT plannin' on bein' stuck here with 'em, with snow. Keep your snow and your cold and your other winter-related paraphernalia to yourself, you hear?
*knock knock*
I said, YOU HEAR?
*knock knock*
Of course you don't.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
It's like I'm livin' in some kinda bad knock knock joke.
MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
