“Slowly melting into a puddle of organic ooze as a lurid green slime creeps down from the ceiling and dissolves our cellular cohesion is what Tiggers do best!”
It’s nice that Tigger keeps a positive attitude. Even if he’s got all the charm and luster of a carrot painted with Hershey’s chocolate syrup, he keeps smiling. Even as the walls of reality slowly melt behind him, much like his nose and lower lip, he’s got a good attitude, a properly British approach that will get him through what must be a very trying day.
I’m sorry, Tiger, my bad.
I don’t know if there’s a market for badly-painted, misspelled Disney knock-offs. But if you’ve heard of one, please send Tiger a note. He’s oh so lonely. You wouldn’t know it to look at him, but that’s how Tigers are. Crying on the inside, chocolate syrup stains on the outside. Good on you, Tiger.
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