Abraham Lincoln is DREAMY

Proof, in case you don't believe me. Pooteewheet said pretending to shoot him with my finger from behind would be entirely inappropriate, which had the subtext of "offensive", so I refrained from being a total tool, despite not really caring what people in Richfield think of me. When we came back out of the coffee shop thirty minutes later, Abe was missing his hat. Fortunately, he has that cap next to him for just such an emergency.