Hi:
It's Piggy.
Listen, the truth is, I did not have a seizure because I cooked my brain by getting as close as possible to the radiator for as long as possible.
It's just not true, but Grover is trying to convince me there is a potato and mushroom gratin inside my head and it is just about ready to eat.
Harrumph.
Love,
Piggy
P.S. Really, I can't have cooked my own brain into potatoes and mushrooms, right?
P.P.S. Now I'm worried.
P.P.P.S. GROVER!!!!!!
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