And this thing, too.

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rob: Feeling naughty, in better spirits than previously?
The Grey Monk: Always feeling naughty. Just sometimes it's a mean naughty and sometimes it's a plush naughty.
rob: I would guess the mood of this one is mean, though it does have a certain plushness...
The Grey Monk: It's a fine line isn't it?
rob: Finer with you than most I suspect
The Grey Monk: My eyes see plush and mean in all faces. What is soft skin without a bone underneath?
rob: Indeed
rob: We are doing well for artists, that cat looks familiar...
The Grey Monk: It's an amalgam of my five cats, I think.
rob: Looks like you
rob: Looks like a familiar
The Grey Monk: A summon my familiars with stinky canned food each night.
rob: Ha
The Grey Monk: They turn back to demons without it.
rob: Do they turn into gremlins if you feed them after midnight
rob: And when ye have done and finished your work Then come to me for your cambric shirt Parsley Sage Rosemary's and Time
The Grey Monk: And bacon.
rob: So I say my heathen thank you for my bacon and eggs... And thank you that some Christian cluster bomb hasn't blown off both my legs...
The Grey Monk: Breakfast grub inspires such poetry in men. If only fat were safe to eat again.
rob: My right arm is pins and needles for the last two months, bad circulation, smoking probably...
The Grey Monk: Cigarettes are for cowboys, young man.
rob: Guess I gotta give up the cowboy business as well then, less of the "young" please my good man, I'm old and proud of it