Yeah, sorry Fritz and Harvey, I realize that I adopted you and you’ve come to depend on me. If I had not adopted you, someone else probably would have, and you’d have a nice warm home today.

But didn’t anyone tell you, “love is a gift.” And I just don’t feel like feeding you today. You knew it might not work out. Stop being so needy. Stop being so dramatic. You were never promised anything. Best of luck.

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Seriously, Entropy, who wants to live in that kind of a world?