[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld.
When I die, they will put my body in a box and dispose of it in the cold ground.
And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe or laugh or twitch again.
So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity?
The universe has spared us this moment.
-Anonymous

[NicknamedBob]

"... in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe or laugh or twitch again."

Poor Nonny sounds depressed. I like this attitude better.

[sionnsar]

So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity?

Maybe if I get my paper finished today...