mr-hippo-says

[mr-hippo-says]

My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise. But, uh, y'know, if it weren't from me, it could've just been from someone else, or something else, y'know? It reminds me of a time I was with my good friend Orville at the park. It had been raining, but then there was light suddenly, and there came this rainbow. But this wasn't a rainbow like any others. It was a very rude rainbow. It was cursing. I told Orville, "My friend, can you believe this? This rainbow is cursing!" I couldn't believe it. What kind of rainbow would do such a thing? I asked my friend, "Orville, aren't we in a game for children? We're colorful animals. I mean I'm purple, you're orange. This is very inappropriate for children. Who would think of such a thing?" Orville just stared at me silently.

Mr. Hippo

[mr-hippo-says]

My friend, it seems that your journey has ended. It reminds me of a time my good friend Orville and I were driving somewhere. I don't remember where--maybe we were going to the park? Anyways. My friend Orville was using his phone device and I said, "Orville, what are you doing" and apparently he was texting. Now I don't know much about texts on cellular telephones and all, but I'm pretty sure I had heard it was dangerous. So I told him, "Friend, I'm pretty sure I read in the newspaper it's illegal to do this, or dangerous, I don't really know". Because, you know, we may end up dead--much like you right now. Maybe this is how we ended up in the air ducts.

Mr. Hippo