College is a fucked up place
Finals fried this kid’s brain so bad that he’s trying to communicate with another plant to get him the fuck out of here before next year’s finals.
DEATH IS ON ITS WAY, HUMAN.
Can I cuddle Death and give Death chin scritches and kisses?
SCRITCHES CANNOT POSTPONE THE INESCAPABLE FATE ORDAINED TO YOU, HUMAN, HOWEVER THEY MAY EARN YOU PURRS AND LOVERUBS