Me: It's quiet...

Schmoopie: TOO quiet....
Mephitidae: WHIRLWIND SNEAK ATTACK FROM UNDER THE FUTON WITH TACKLEHUGS AND CHIN CHOMPS!!!!
Also she ate a stats book, which in retrospect was a highly probable outcome.
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