Blue absently scratches behind one ear with a paw.  He should use fire.  But I guess he can't read this.  So what's this about bar food?  And rat lasagna?

Can somone make a tiny horse or a tiny motorcycle or something?  That'd be awesome.  The hamster fishes around in hammerspace and produces his cowboy hat, donning it at a jaunty angle.

Handbasket rides are weird.  Hamsters take up inventory slots instead.

Blue hops up nearby.  Would it fall through?  Would you get like shredded stuff everywhere?  Sounds messy.

Nah, he just pitches a massive wobbler.  You should know that.  Or, actually, you shouldn't.  I think.  This makes my head hurt.  And I said hi Esh.  Somewhere.  I think.  Hey, Mora, you probably should poke unit with something all organic.  Like cheese.  And the hamster produces cheese from. . . somewhere.