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Views expressed by Sleep Talkin' Man rarely reflect the opinions of waking Adam.
Especially the desire to exterminate all vegetarians (but he does hate lentils.)

20110331

Mar 31 2011

"Sure you can sit next to me. But, you're going to have to be prepared to be eaten if we crash."

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"The communists have stolen the loo paper! It's a fucking arsehole revolution. Give it back please."
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Note for Americans: Loo paper = toilet paper.

All this, by the way, occurred at 2:30 in the morning. And here's the exciting conclusion:


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STM: I am definitely gonna write in my diary. 9:15...
ADAM: (suddenly waking) Uh!
KAREN: That was weird.
ADAM: What was weird?
KAREN: You just said, "I'm gonna write in my diary, 9:15..." and then you woke up. I was so excited waiting to hear what you were gonna write in your diary.
ADAM: It's a subconscious cliff-hanger.
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20110330

Mar 30 2011

"No, don't laugh at my goose. Come on goose. Oh, this is going to cost me a fortune in therapists. "

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"Now I'm going to ask really nicely for you to un-fuck this situation."
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20110329

Mar 29 2011

"Pee in my bed once, shame on you. Pee in my bed twice, I'm gonna rip out your bladder and use it as a football, you geriatric incontinent cock-slap."

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"In theory, everything should be perfect. But in reality, I'm the best fucking thing there is."
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And now, the dramatic awakening, in which STM reveals his terror of really bad B-movies:


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As promised:

STM: SHARKTOPUS!
ADAM: Hello.
KAREN: Hi. Do you know what you yelled?
ADAM: Puss... puss, something puss.
KAREN: Sharktopus.
ADAM: Oh, you're not serious.
KAREN: Yup. But now, the beauty is, I get to post it on the blog!
ADAM: Oh no, don—, oh!

20110328

Mar 28 2011

"Right then: After dinner, it's butt shaking time."

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"Trousers. Trooooouuuuuusers. From my hips to my ankles, they're trousers. Oh, your fucking stupid cunty pants! Pants are small, under trousers. Get it right arsehoooooooles! Trousers."
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Karen's notes: Here in the UK "pants" equals "underwear". Those long things that you wear on top are "trousers".

Of all the words I needed to alter in my vocabulary when I immigrated, this one gave me the most trouble. It was not unusual, in my first few months, for me to call to Adam across a crowded store, "See if there are any pants for you!"

Having step-children is very useful for curing one of such a error.


20110327

Mar 27 2011

"Of course I'm listening to you. I just can't bring myself to care. Go away, and drown yourself in your own fucking tears."

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Karen's notes: This was from the nest-egg. I blew any opportunity to get anything out of STM by waking Adam up an hour early. It seems that the clock on my cell phone decided that, although I had already reset it to the new time (we had daylight savings last night), it should tack on another hour anyway. I was gutted.

20110326

Mar 26 2011

"Stop looking at me. You're interfering with my imagination."

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When I told Adam about this one, I said, "Yeah, that's not interesting at all, I'm not even sure it's worth including on the blog," to which he replied, "Well, you wouldn't want to hear that during sex." Hmmm. Good point.
"The ravioli's plotting something. Always hiding his agenda. Stick with fusilli. Really trustworthy."
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And then the reveal. I want to apologise in advance for the total lack of sensitivity shown in the final moments:


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ADAM: (waking suddenly) What time is it? Did you set the alarm? Are we going to work? What time?
KAREN: The time is Saturday.
ADAM: (grunt)
KAREN: Are you batting your eyelashes at me?
ADAM: Because one of them decided to poke me in the eye.
KAREN: You're not flirting?
ADAM: Do I need to?
KAREN: Yes.
ADAM: Oh crap.
KAREN: "The ravioli's plotting something. "
ADAM: Hmmm?
KAREN: "Stick with fusilli. They're trustworthy."
ADAM: Everything sticks to fusilli and you can see it and it's yummy and I like fusilli. It's way above spaghetti. Spaghetti's so 1980's.
KAREN: I went through a period when I wasn't into spaghetti. I was into penne.
ADAM: Penne? Nothing happens to penne.
KAREN: That's not true. Penne's delicious.
ADAM: Fusilli.
KAREN: I don't care what you say. I think penne's really special.
ADAM: Yeah, short bus special.

20110325

Mar 25 2011

"Steady... steady... focus... FUCK! Concentrate, concent-- oh shit! SHIT! Hm, there we go... Ther— Oh arse cunt wobbly tits! I give up. I'll never balance this penny."

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Just the other night, Adam did in fact amaze me with his ability to balance coins on end.
"Yeah, I love you. But in a not-really kind of way."
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And here we have Adam entertaining us with a long series of tuneful groans and whimpers, punctuated by the sound of his hand hand having little seizures on the bed, and a single pronouncement of "poo". As all of this was happening, I was thinking to myself, "(sigh) I just know this is going to end with a punch to the headboard and swollen knuckles again." Thankfully, it didn't come to that.


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20110324

Mar 24 2011

"I need you to take this stapler, and ram it into your forehead. No, it won't solve the problem, but it will make me happier. Much happier. (giggles) It's funny! Now go bleed somewhere else."

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"There's a little bit of me that's just a little bit excited. A little fluffy bit. No, you CAN'T SEE IT!"
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20110323

Mar 23 2011

"Beer is from Mars. Chocolate's from Venus."

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Karen's notes: So enlightened, is our STM.

20110322

Mar 22 2011

"I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now. But if you're not my mother, you can leave a message. Beeeep."

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"See? Even blobfish thinks you're a fucked-up shite-bag."
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Karen's notes: This is STM talking about his own mother, Sandy, not you! She was probably an awful woman. Adam loves you!

And this is a blobfish:



Check out that expression of disapproval. I feel so judged.


20110321

Mar 21 2011

"Listen, it's not as if I put ear wax on my penis and shouted 'snake warts!' Okay?"

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Note in advance: "budgie" = parakeet
"Yes, you will sing like a bird in a gilded cage. Sing, you fucking mother-fucking cunt-bag budgie. Sing! Bastard."
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And the reveal:


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Yes, we know—having since done some googling— that Adam's version of the quote is a bit of a mash-up.
ADAM: Hang on, "Sing like a bird in a gilded cage." That's from King Lear. It was King Lear to his daughter, "We shall sing like birds in a gilded cage," when he was reunited to her.
KAREN: Sleep Talkin' Man is so educated and well read.
ADAM: Well I studied King Lear. Fuck off. I'm educated, he's just a hanger on. That's all. He's living off me. He's using my intelligence.
KAREN: Are you sure you want to put forward the idea that he's living off you?
ADAM: I need to think about that.
KAREN: No, actually, you're both living off each other. It's a symbiotic relationship.
ADAM: Don't throw big words at me this time of the morning.
KAREN: You're the one who mentioned King Lear!
ADAM: What's King Lear, that's two short words! Both of them have got four letters in it. Come on!

20110320

Mar 20 2011

"'Scuse me. 'Scuse me, everybody. You're all arseholes. Fucking shit-spewing dirty arseholes... Carry on!"

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Karen's notes: I imagine a workplace, some company with a big open-plan layout, people doing all different sorts of different tasks, a buzz to the environment. STM stands up, claps his hands to get everyone's attention, and... you know the rest.

What about you guys?


20110319

Mar 19 2011

"I've weaponized this pumpkin. Yeah. Just for you."

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And then, the wake up. It was ten minutes before the alarm, I was typing softly, and...


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KAREN: (typing as quietly as possible)
STM: Mice! Mice!
ADAM: ...Computer. Bollocks.
KAREN: Awww.
ADAM: Oh, poo.

20110318

Mar 18 2011

"I'm sure there comes a time when both your parents wish that you were the dribbling shot that should have missed the slot. What's more, that thought comes daily."

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Karen's notes: That one has been tucked away in the nest egg for over a year! It makes me cringe so much every time I read it, I kept trying to pretend it wasn't there. But today, it dawned on me: if I just give it its chance to shine, I can tranfer the cringe to all of you, and I'll never have to look at it again! Of course, I've just multiplied the cringe by hundreds of thousand, but I'm just self-centered enough not to care. So, here ya go, guys. Hope you enjoyed the shudder.

By the way, thanks everyone for accepting yesterday's challenge with such gusto. Many of you came to quite a similar conclusion that we did, a horizontal whack-a-whippet game. Believe me, your suggestions were way funnier than our reveal.


20110317

Mar 17 2011

"What I really need now is a whippet, three tubes, and a fuck-off mallet. Then it's go go go!"

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Karen's notes: I have a reveal in which Adam and I make sense of this seemingly random collection of items. However, he felt it was an insult to your intelligence to include it. He has faith that you can all figure out for yourselves what one would do with a whippet, three tubes, and a mallet. So don't let him down!

20110316

Mar 16 2011

WEDENSDAY REWIND: Adages Amiss

STM kindly offers us his own take on the age-old proverbs.
"I can't see the trees for the dominoes. Knock down the trees. Have a knock-down tree rally."
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"The grass on the other side of that fence: Burn it! It's not nice."
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"Well, if it's good for the goose, the gander can just go suck my balls."
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"I loved it, and then I set it free. And now, I will hunt it down and kill it."
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20110315

Mar 15 2011

"(an assortment of bizarre sounds, and then) Ignore everybody. Keep on humming."

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"When I die, I want a minute party. Best mother-fucking concentrated party in the world ever. Everything after that will just seem a little bit dull. That'll teach 'em."
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"There's no carpet. I need carpet. My aubergine can't sleep without carpet. He needs deep pile."
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Karen's notes: For you yanks, aubergine = eggplant. I can just imagine Adam's pet eggplant snuggling down into a nice plush rug.

And, hey, thanks everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday. It made Adam's day all the more wonderful!


20110314

Mar 14 2011

It's Adam's birthday today! And, as happens every year on his birthday, he decided to give STM the night off. So, here's an appropriate little something from the archives in honor of his special day:

"Yay! It's my birthday today. And you're going to give me presents. Big fuck-off presents. Lots of them... WHERE ARE MY PRESENTS?! Tossbag."
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Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you!

20110313

Mar 13 2011

"Kiss my fist. Oh, look! It wants to kiss you back. So. Many. Fucking. Times!"

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Karen's notes: I can imagine STM punching this poor individual in the face to punctuate each of those last four utterances.


20110312

Mar 12 2011

"Don't. Don't! Oh, don't exfoliate your labia."

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That was from the nest-egg. This was from this morning:


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STM: PUS-SUCKER!
KAREN: Morning.
ADAM: Hello.
KAREN: Hi.
ADAM: I love you!
KAREN: You're not supposed to wake up now. It wasn't time for that. You got it backwards.
ADAM: I said it backwards?
KAREN: Yeah. It was time for talking. Then yelling and waking up.

20110311

Mar 11 2011

"I love you. What's your name? 'Ref-lec-tion', so mysterious! Ooh."

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You thought for a moment there that STM was opening up his heart to someone else? Nope, just the usual ego-wanking.

In this clip from before we went to sleep, Adam shares the daydream he had at work yesterday, inspired no doubt by STMs moving rendition of "All You Need is Duck." I need to preface this with the following information:
  1. Molly is our little beagle dog.
  2. We take Molly for a long romp in the park every weekend. There is a pond on our route where lots of doggies congregate. Molly actually hates water, so she barks indignantly at any dog that decides to take a swim.
  3. Runner ducks are so named because they stand up straight and run. (see adorable image below)
  4. Adam does not usually talk like a six-year-old, in quick staccato phrases, all of which end in an upswing. If he did, I'd happily swallow Drano just to escape it.

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ADAM: I was daydreaming, and I daydreamed that we decided to get a runner duck as a pet, and we hatched it, and because Molly was the first thing it saw, it thought Molly was it's mum, and so we used to take it for a walk into Richmond Park with Molly, and it used to follow Molly everywhere, and the duck learned not to go into the pond 'cause Molly would always bark, so they'd stand on the edge of the puppy pond, and Molly would bark, and the duck would quack at all the dogs. Yeah, that's my daydream at work today. We called the runner duck Harvey. Don't know why.
KAREN: It's a good name for a duck.
ADAM: I think so, yeah. It's a stand-up kinda name for a stand-up kinda duck. Yeah, a runner duck called Harvey. Quack.
KAREN: Quack quack.


20110310

Mar 10 2011

"(singing to the tune of 'All You Need Is Love') All you need is duck. All you need is duck, duck. Duck is all you need... Quack. Mmmm. I love you, Duck. Quack. (giggles)"

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20110309

Mar 9 2011

"...Then out of nowhere, the puffin ninja kicked my arse! Little fucking runt bastard."

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"You stay in your hole, goddamnit. I see one hair pokin' out of the top, I'm gonna put a lid on it. Get down!"
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20110308

Mar 8 2011

"Tea for two. You can fuck off, 'cause you're three, and three's not invited. You rectal intrusion."

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With that pouty little tone, he sounds like an obnoxious little girl hosting a tea-party for her teddy bears.

And here is our wake-up, in which Adam is uncharacteristically suspicious of me!


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Transcript below.

Adam also tells me that he had a dream that he was Charlie Sheen's assistant, but that he could only do it as STM, because that's the only way that Charlie could understand him.
STM: What are you doing to my hand? FUCK OFF!
ADAM: What are you doing to my hand?
KAREN: Nothing.
ADAM: (suspiciously) What were you doing to my hand?
KAREN: I was lying here.
ADAM: (accusingly) You were trapping my hand to get me to speak?
KAREN: Adam!
ADAM: What were you doing to my hand?!
KAREN: You had put your hand under my head so—
ADAM: (disbelievingly) Oh, is that what happens? I actually managed to get my hand under your head?
KAREN: Adam, I was lying here.
ADAM: Yes, doing what?
KAREN: Lying here.
ADAM: Doing what, exactly?
KAREN: ... Lying here.
ADAM: Seriously, what were you doing to my hand? It was stuck.
KAREN: I don't know, baby. I don't really know how it got up there. You rolled over just a minute ago.
ADAM: But it was under something. I couldn't move it.
KAREN: I don't know.
ADAM: You sure you weren't holding it?
KAREN: Look at me! This is one arm. See this? (waves arm up and down under the cover)
ADAM: Oh, it's floppy!
KAREN: Well, it's all the way—
ADAM: Oh floppy!
KAREN: It's all the way under the covers—
ADAM: It's like a penguin.
KAREN: You can see that it's pinned down. You can see this other one's just sitting here.
ADAM: Ok. You're not evil then.

20110307

Mar 7 2011

"Stop hitting me! You're always hitting me! Hmm, maybe I shouldn't be a boxer. Postman, I'll be a postman, yes. No one hits a postman... Except if you're a boxer. Yeah, maybe I won't be a postman. I'll just be a god. Much easier."

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And look what I found on the recording! It's me! I'm a slow starter, but perhaps I can one day aspire to be one-tenth as great as STM. You are all welcome to take a shot at discerning what I'm talking about, because I, for one, have no clue:


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20110306

Mar 6 2011

"Kiss me. Experience the sweet sweet taste of heaven."

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"No stupid, I'm only wet when I get OUT of the water."
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Karen's notes: STM seems to be postulating that when one is fully immersed in water, one cannot actually be described as wet. Discuss.

20110305

Mar 5 2011

"Ok, so that's your weekend homework. Go home and slap grandma."

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20110304

Mar 4 2011

"Listen: Some people play Scrabble. Some people play chess. You? You play turd puppets."

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To explain this next one, you must know that Molly's best friend, Twinkle, is staying with us for ten days while her mommy is home in Greece. Twinkle randomly barks throughout the night. This always wakes me, but Adam sometimes somehow manages to sleep right through:
"(in response to Twinkle barking, STM sings) Yes it is Twinkle sitting in a tree... Shoot the cunt! Shoot the cunt!"
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This is a rather momentous occasion: STM has never specifically named anyone before!

And here we are at 3:30 am, both awakened by Twinkle:


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(Eleni, Adam doesn't really hate Twinkle! It's just the sleep-deprivation talking!) Note how Adam is at the point where he automatically blames everything unpleasant on Twinkle. To put his accusation that she has taken his duvet into perspective, Twinkle is a MINIATURE chihuahua. About the size— and weight— of a baguette. Here she is with Molly, who is a freakishly small beagle.



TWINKLE: (cough)
STM: Mmm.
TWINKLE: (cough)
STM: Mmmmm.
TWINKLE: (cough)
STM: Mmm?
ADAM: You're coughing! You're coughing!
KAREN: No, it's Twinkle. Twinkle's making this weird noise, and you were answering her in your sleep.
ADAM: You're coughing.
KAREN: No, it's Twinkle.
ADAM: You're— Twinkle's coughing?
KAREN: Yeah.
ADAM: I hate that dog... Twinkle's taken all my duvet.
KAREN: No, Twinkle wasn't even in the bed until a couple minutes ago.
ADAM: (groan)
KAREN: Actually, your duvet's sitting— You are— You are trapping your duvet underneath you. (pulls it out from under Adam and covers him up) There you are.
ADAM: I'm hot now!
KAREN: Oh! (uncovers him again)
ADAM: That's better. Thank you.
KAREN: Go back to sleep.
ADAM: How can I sleep when your knee is in my back.
KAREN: It's visiting you.
ADAM: Well, it's overstayed it's welcome. Tell it to back off... Thank you!

20110303

Mar 3 2011

"I'm not looking for you. I'm looking for my dragon. Draaaaaaagoooooon! Dragooooon! Draaaaagooooooooon! Drag- Oh! There you are. Good dragon. Good draaagoooon."

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"This is you. This is your face. This is your face covered in feces. This is you: a shit-faced puss-sucking mother-fucking toss-arse. And this is a flower. A pretty flower. Difference: face covered in shit, pretty flower. Hmm."
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20110302

Mar 2 2011

WEDNESDAY REWIND: STM's Inner Child

"Don't pick me last. No, please. Oh, you bastard! Now I'm not going to play... I know I'm sulking. You can fucking suck my fat one."
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"I don't wanna go down the slide. It's too high. Far too high. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!...... I feel sick now."
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"Finger painting's fun. I need to get some more fingers, though. Give me your fingers. Oh fuck it, I'll just cut 'em off. You've got pretty fingers. I can do some pretty painting with those pretty fingers. Toes, I can use toes! Yay! I'm sorted. Fingers and toes."
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"(in a cute sing-song) Pee-po... Pee-po... Pee-po. (now with angry forcefulness) You are SO gonna play my game, otherwise I WILL poke out your eye and skull-fuck you. Okay?"
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20110301

Mar 1 2011

"Jesus nipples on ice! I am NOT going shopping for hamster wigs. No!"

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And here is the ensuing conversation, with accompanying images:


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Yes, I know this is actually a guinea pig.

KAREN: I have a question.
ADAM: Yes?
KAREN: Are hamsters wigs wigs for hamsters, or wigs for people made out of hamster fur?
ADAM: Ooh, that's a good question. Well, if it was the latter, how many hamsters would have to be used?
KAREN: Yeah, but, is it a toupee, or is it like a long-hair wig?
ADAM: No, it's a patch job.
KAREN: 'Cause maybe you'll need then— It's, like, six hamsters.
ADAM: I reckon, it sounds like I'm shopping for my hamster. My hamster needs a wig.
KAREN: Is it for Halloween?
ADAM: I was actually thinking it was for his self-esteem.
KAREN: Awwww.
ADAM: Little baldy hamster.
KAREN: Why does he have low self-esteem?
ADAM: He's bald!
KAREN: Wait! Ok, now, a hamster wig, is it just for the hamster's head, or is it the whole body?
ADAM: I don't know. I'm just imagining this tiny little hamster with an ill-fitting, wrong-coloured little head wig. But he's happy.
KAREN: Google "hamster wigs".
ADAM: (types)
KAREN: (exclamation of shock and awe!)(see image 1)
ADAM: That's what I was thinking.
KAREN: No!
ADAM: Oh, look at that! That is exactly what I'm thinking of. Ill-fitting, wrong-coloured, but he's HAPPY! He is COOL! And that (see image 2) would replace a good man's set of hair.
KAREN: That one, you would just take the whole hamster and just stick it on your head.
ADAM: With velcro.
KAREN: Yeah.
ADAM: You'd have to feed it occasionally, but, you know, it's quite good.
KAREN: Mmm.