Day 28.53:
GAAAAAAHHHH. Look, I can baaaa too. It has been 28.53 days since they have taken me in and worshipped me as a god. I CAN BAA BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU.
Day 31.01:
The sky is blue, the sky is a field of sheep, the sky is made of dyed watermelons. It's getting colder. So warm... I demand that my herd sacrifice a watermelon foetus to me.
Day 15.70:
I am a blooming penguin flower, in strawberry fields forever. I am the walrus' grandfather yesterday.
Day 3.142:
I am the watermelon sheep god and everything is pi, except for pi.
Day 3.141592653589793:
Pi pleases penguins performing parodies pouting pansies.
Day 4.452679:
I am not insane. I am merely the epitome of greatness and sheepish godliness.
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