Didgeridoo Boy (aka "Trey") wants something. I really hate it when he gets all Didge on me when I have really bad post-yoga hair and am sitting at an angle that gives me one hell of a double chin. But it's cool. So cool that I've only mentioned it eight millionty times in the past two days. Never mind. Here:
And then I fixed myself a bit and tricked him into a follow up:
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