RIP!

*whispers*

Pssst! It's Nos-Chin. SHHHH! Keep it down! I don't want them to hear me!

So I thought I was in for an fairly uneventful weekend but then I overheard something and now.... I'm TERRIFIED!

First I thought I was imagining it. But then I heard it again! And again! I distinctly heard one of the bozos say:

"So did you kill Nos-Chin yet?"

And then the other bozo replied: "Not yet. But I'm working on it!" BACKSTABBING BITCH!

*GASP*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They're going to kill me?!!! But I've been so good! I keep quiet while they are yapping away, drunk with their own self-importance! I no longer call them "morons" under my breath! I brush my teeth! I try to keep my clothes clean! I wash my undies every night! What else do they want from me?!

Then Bozo 1 kept asking Bozo 2 if she had "taken out Nos-Chin yet!". Woah dude, I'm like RIGHT HERE! Do you think I'm deaf!?

I don't what to do! Where can I go?! I can't run very far. In fact, I can't run at all! I'm severely limited to pogo-ing everywhere! What is a string doll supposed to do?!!!

I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

Shit, gotta go.... she's coming.....!!

But in case I go to the pie in the sky soon, I leave all my earthly possessions to Taylor Hanson. I hear he has like 4 kids now. I'm sure one of those munchkins can wear my hat as a toe-warmer or something.

Ah world, you've been good to me.

Oh and do me a favour?
Go on Oprah and tell the world I loved kittens.