"Aye, that's me! Heh, I'd say ye can blame Fergie, but I guess that doesn't work when he's technically me in the first place," Cammie says, continuing to pet all the way from Fergie's head to the end of his tiny body.
"You're liable for everything I do. Have fun with that!" he says so cheerfully as to be a threat.
"Yer gonna be a wee nightmare, aren'tcha?"
"Perhaps!" That's a yes if ever she's heard one.
Cammie shakes her head at him again, "Well, it's sure gonna be interestin' havin' bits of us potentially runnin' around causin' havoc. At least they come with a built in child leash and can't go far, who knows what kinda trouble some of us'd get into otherwise."
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"Aye, that's me! Heh, I'd say ye can blame Fergie, but I guess that doesn't work when he's technically me in the first place," Cammie says, continuing to pet all the way from Fergie's head to the end of his tiny body.
"You're liable for everything I do. Have fun with that!" he says so cheerfully as to be a threat.
"Yer gonna be a wee nightmare, aren'tcha?"
"Perhaps!" That's a yes if ever she's heard one.
Cammie shakes her head at him again, "Well, it's sure gonna be interestin' havin' bits of us potentially runnin' around causin' havoc. At least they come with a built in child leash and can't go far, who knows what kinda trouble some of us'd get into otherwise."