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Okay! It's time I spoke out about this. It's fine for you lot to write and complain about the way I treat the little creep. er, I mean Snake.
You wanna try and look after a suicidal public serpent sometime, ask Tamie, I can tell you it isn't easy. Constantly keeping an eye on the little blighter, as he mopes round the house, making sure all the windows are closed day and night.
Mind you I have told him that Deaf Adders only die after sunset but he never seems to listen. What's Snake got to complain about anyway besides having no fingers, no thumbs, no nails, no knuckles, no palms, no hands, no wrists, no elbows, no arms, no wings, no shoulders, no chest, no waist, no legs, no thighs, no knee caps, no ankles, no toes, no feet, no heels, no arches, no ears, no hair, no family, no relations and no friends.
What's he expect, I mean to say a snake isn't something you can cuddle or squeeze, he's sort of just there, like a mailing tube or a door stopper.
