This was me, last Monday. (Or would have been, if I had a pink bunny-suit-guy buddy. I very much _did_ get my taxes done.)
"No-poo. Poo-tan is busy working on his tax return."
"GOD DAMN IT I HATE YOU POO-TAN"
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i actually have this screencap printed out (with subtitle) on a 3x5 photo paper, tacked to what I call my "go out and be an adult" shelf. It's where I hang my house keys, masks, and (until last year) work badge.
