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"Wheee! Oh, Sir Oli, you are such a gentleman! So charming! I can also spell any word in existence! Existence. E-x-i-s-t-e-n-c-e! Perpetually! P-e-r-p-u-a-t-u-a-l-l-y! Amazing, no?" Suzanne giggles and jumps up and down. "Yes, Mr. 121 guy, they make him have to plexi-glass on the outside of his enclosure. But enough of him. I have to mention, the other day, I saw this, um, thingy, a thingy that... well, the thingamajiggy, it was walking around. Its arms were touching the ground, and it had very short legs. Its torso was mostly mouth, really. Big teeth, too. It was a creepy thingamabob. I went to touch it, but it walked right through the wall. It was making noises, like, 'Herggggrmmm. Norgrannnn. Yubooobo.' It was weird. Also, there was this... it was a pickle. It had little googly eyeballs. Then, it said, 'Pick me up. Pick me up. Me want to be picked up.' And I told it no, but then it was shrieking at me, so I stepped on it. Then it stopped. I probably sound stupid, but I kind of can't stop talking because talking is like eating pickles. Pickles are cucumbers. So talking is like shriveled up cucumbers. Weird."