In my safety first post, Kyle commented that I should decorate the other side of the board that protects me from falling down the stairs to the basement since my accident. Eryn brought me a Sharpie (tm) so I could oblige him. I present my artistic results - keeping in mind I only had a black marker to work with. At first I considered a Tardis based around the hole, but I like this better. Every night Kyle eats the...cat...as she heads downstairs. Sorry the wood grain makes it look like you have a big booger.
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I pronounce him Kylor, Eater of Cats!
I'm hoping the name and the cyclical nature of repeatedly eating and regurgitating the cat will lend itself well to the creation of a future mythology should some digital archaeologist uncover bits of this conversation thousands of years from now.
Scott - I think you could create a heck of a short story for Kyle out of that.
I kicked you in the head this morning with a faux karate kick - albeit with a broken leg. Eryn thought I shouldn't be doing that. She has your back, even the flat, wooden version of you.
Did I look surprised that you kicked me in the face? Wait, of course I did, given that surprise appears to be my wooden analogue's default expression.
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