I hate my bowl. I really do. I was trying to talk to a girl the other day that Owner had placed next to me and.. well.. my bowl stopped me. She couldn't hear me and she didn't seem to care about my attempts to impress her. I doubt she even knows I exist. But I won't give up, I will find a way to get through this glass. Perhaps I should build some sort of machine..
-Fred
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