After yet another "so this is what I'm thinking for the wedding, yeah but how much does it cost?" conversation with Krusty, he has left for Paris and I am alone again. I just hope he can get some days off in return for all of the work he has been putting in recently...
Until then I have to sit here listening to the new piano that the neighbour has just bought, wondering how I, a piano player, can actually be angry at someone else making exactly the same noise as I do. I mean how intolerant can I get?
No wonder Krusty calls me Stressica...
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- The rat and the monkey
- I, La Gitane, am a monkey. A metal monkey, to be precise. And Krusty, well, he is a rat. No, not the evil type of rat with red eyes and bushy, diseased fur. Nor is he the type of rat that has several monkeys at once. At least I hope he isn't. No, he is a water rat. And together, we plan to take over Hong Kong, one delicious roast goose at a time...
Oh, and by the way, obviously, the copyright to all of the content on this website belongs to its creator and if you should want to reproduce any part of it, you should ask for her permission first if you don't want to be taken to court. So there.
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