#tripup

If you're curious how me and Nick raised all of our money so quickly, drop me a line (hint: Simplist special targeting features all the way). if you're curious why Biscuit is so damn cute, I have no idea.

“So, uh Tripup.. if that’s not your name…well, what I’m saying is, do you mind if I call you Nimbus?" I carefully asked. After all, this little creature seemed to understand me. It issued a squeak in response and jumped up and down excitedly. Suddenly, my fruit basket caught Nimbus's eye. He hopped toward it with a squelching sound, all while squealing excitedly and at a high pitch, almost like Om Nom in Cut the Rope. He jumped in the basket, and attacked the lemons lying in it. "Oh no what're you doing!!?" I asked in a confused tone. But Nimbus didn't hear me. He was too busy sucking the juice out of the lemon with almost vampire-like fangs, then proceeding to eat it all. I just stood there, confused, too dumbfounded to speak, trying to wrench him off the lemons. Suddenly, a light clicked on in my head. "Of course! Nimbus's favorite food must be lemons!" How could I not realise that! So I picked Nimbus up, the lemon still attached, and placed him on the counter, then put the other lemons next to him. Now he could he could get his nourishment while I could actually observe. When Nimbus was done with all the lemons, he closed his eyes, and fell sideways onto the counter with a plop, his antenna curled in. "Oh dear, who's a sleepy fellow!" I said quietly. Nimbus started quietly snoring, (well it was more of a purr) and so I picked him up and quietly carried him upstairs. There, I placed him on a pillow of mine in my bed, then closed the door. I then realised, this was probably going to be more work than expected.