The Loud Man lifts your tiny, soft body out of the tank. You peer around the wider realm, like Simba surveying the kingdom with Mufasa. Loud Man ruins the moment by squealing “Who’s a good boy? Is you a good little boy?” and giving you a little kiss on the back of the head.
He snuggles you on his arm. Despite him changing the words to a Killers song to be about you, you appreciate the warmth of being smushed between arm and his bosom. However, you soon tire of him booming “Is you asleepy? Is you a sleepy lil boy?” right in your ear, and decide to make a break for it.
You bound off his arm and onto his knee. You wander around through a forest of leg hair, and look over the ledge. Why aren’t you allowed on the carpet? You just want to explore - the grey, shaggy floor, what it is that the humans sit on, and just coincidentally where the big bag of food happens to sit…
- That shadowy place is beyond your borders. You must never go there, Gerbil.
- Run, Gerbil, run!!
