... and I am downstairs.
I would very much like to be upstairs. There is champagne there. And also chips.
On the upside, I could cause all sorts of mayhem down here on my own.
Not sure what yet. But it may or may not involve that very big stack of Elizabeth Gilberts over there ...
... and possibly a catapult.
And I might also EAT AT THE COUNTER.
The anarchy!
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