What? More snow? Good gosh, if we get any more snow the roof will collapse, won't it?
Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration, old girl?
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| My Go-To Safe Space |
Whatever. Says you, dad. I'm not taking any chances. You'll find me right here in my safe spot until it's over. I mean it. Now bring me my food and water. And my string. Chop chop.
A tad dramatic, don't you think? I mean, there's, like, a crusty dusting of white up there.
Yeah, kinda like your hair. Better safe than sorry, old man. Better safe than sorry.
