Oh Sam, poor lil Sam. I caught him in the process of constructing what looked like one of stewies (family guy) mind control devices. I sat back and peeked at him through the door to the washroom. Very slowly,with no arms may i add, he piecing this thing together. I backed away and got the kids in the car and took Gavin to school. Upon on my return he was out of the washroom, and sitting on the couch staring at me with like this evil glare. I wonder if he will keep to his word that i overheard him talking to his mother about keeping us his pets.
I am afraid to ask him about this. How should i approach him with the accusations of mind control?
DAMN THAT SAM!
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