So, the shop’s up. . . a little bit. Sorta. There’s one thing. What is it?
Tapirs! A herd of them! Run away! Er, no. Tapir patches. Why tapirs? I don’t know; sometimes you just can’t fight the muse, no matter how much you doubt it. At any rate, they’re very cheap, so you might as well buy one. Go on, then.
And now, to make cookies.
