All I can think about is this stupid ukulele.

Why would you hang up on a werewolf like that?

So a werewolf walks in to a job interview…

Maybe I should sell oysters.

Perhaps I’ll join the circus.

I’m in the tubes!

Why am I always the cheap option?

This is why I can’t do nice things.

I’m not freaking out just yet.

I have some new problems of my own to think about.