Eyeore, Eyeore, Eyeore....
Well my little donkey-like child, shouldn't you be heading back to the Gloomy Corner of the Hundred Acre Wood with all your other little friends
WHERE YOU CAN LIVE OUT YOUR FANTASIES OF BEING ME WITHOUT HAVING TO PRETEND IN PUBLIC
Tim, my disbelieving little child, I can say, without fear of contradiction, that I am not the person you refer to as Heat.
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