The best of Dufferland

*bleeds* *rubs wound* I'm going to die, and all because your typo tastes like metal cymbals. Life isn't fair!
 
I think I may have left my heart in one of the many cactus fields you have forced me to walk into, or at the bottom of one of the many cliffs I have been pushed off, or within some indistinguishable whale-goop, or perhaps GG had it for desert.

Anyway, I don't have a heart anymore. :( One can live life finely without a brain, indeed, a brain is a nuisance. But what does one do without a heart? One can no longer feel the joy of pushing others of off cliffs, one can no longer feel that throat-tightening sensation when a butterfly flutters across the screen, one can no longer feel the mischievous adrenaline rush at breaking into the mod lounge, one can no longer feel in awe of the can, or the want for CW, or admire the beauty of a falling bowl of petunias. Dufferdom is meaningless without a heart. And I can't even sob helplessly, for I don't have a heart to feel helpless. Sad sad day.
 
THE TIN MAN IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honestly, if this is the best of Dufferland, I'd hate to see the worst. :rolleyes:

*very anti-Duffer mood today*
 
Since, having no heart, you cannot properly "bemoan" anything, you apparently negated your own post. Sad.... *cries because Lossy's can't cry*
 
*retrieves heart* What, you want to keep me from feeling guilty when I doorknob-splat you? *doorknob-splats Lossy*
 
Well then, I hope you die from guilt! And I refuse to eat it, and I refuse to let our blue-green priestess cat eat it either. *locks up Glen away from Priestess cat*
 
*beats on door* There's a picture of a cat in this room! You can't leave me in here! Don't you know all the things cats have done to me in the Asylum? Lossy!
 
Your wails do not move me, for I have no heart. I think I'll help myself to some CW while your locked in the lonely room with nothing but pictures of cats. *grin*
 
*empties bowl of petunias on Lossy* *finds Lossy's childhood journal*

Dear Diary,

I think I am going to name you Dufferbuffin, because I feel lonely when you don't have a name. Will you be my friend? I wish my name was Petunia, but my mom didn't let me pick my name. Did your mom let you pick yours?

Love,
Lossy

P.S. Mom didn't even ask me what initials I wanted! I was thinking about C. W. or something.
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Perhaps this sheds light on a few things.
 
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