A Maladjusted Jester

All right, all right, someone be honest with me.

Are there really cows that give strawberry milk?

[He probably won't believe anything you have to say.]

I'm getting so sick of the cold.

[Break tells the camera, sorrowfully.]

All I really want to do is nap and eat, then nap, then eat a little more. I haven't even been keeping up with the little listy thing of people's lives.

I trust nothing has burned down in my absence? Of course not, how could it, the flames would be dampened under all the cursed snow.

[The man stretches lazily, and sits up a little, moving to turn the feed off while he goes about making himself some breakfast.]

[ooc: Break is evented. That's right, the mad hatter, telling the truth, possibly for the first time so far.]