Every spot is a failure.
People tell me that I shouldn’t call other people dorkuses, because I am, in fact, a humongous dorkus myself.
To that I say *BRAP*.
The Romple never gets invited to any parties. It’s a part all one its own, though.
It’s like being stuck in the centre of a cinnamon role, all the time.
The flower ate too much. It ate too much sun.
Some people say that this creature have a body like a fridge.
That’s not a very nice thing to say.