I'm tearing through our nearly-empty Maitland home with the utmost precision and accuracy, sweeping up boxes, donations, cell phones, and any other unfortunate human by-products that happen to be wrapped into my Whirlwind Of Packing Mayhem.
Hmm. Mayhem? Mayhew?
Same basic principle.
It will be hours (Light years, perhaps?) until we see the conclusion of said mayhem, or even a floor-like surface, but I will continue on with the valiant nature that so fits my--
Oh, whatever. That's all crap. I'm a gangster.
"Dawg."
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