Really, it is Joe’s fault, he should have warned me. Clearly, although I do have god-like intelligence, I do not always have the best common sense. Providing simple common sense is Joe’s job in our partnership, and he failed to keep me out of that canister. Yeah, this is all Joe’s fault. Oh, I feel better now. Yeah. Whew, that is a relief. No, I still feel terrible. I feel terrible because, Joe is not dead! Ba ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, damn, you monkeys are so freakin’ gullible. God, I love messing with ignorant apes.
