Psssst, Biscuit. Do you smell what I smell?
She's got those famous home made biscuits in her hand...
Sit real still-like and we maybe can have some.
We're supposed to sit, right?
I'm sitting! See? I'm sitting. See me sit!
Biscuit's not sitting. He's not.
But I am, right? Right?
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp
We don't care chomp chomp chomp if the floor's dirty
Chomp chomp chomp
We're like, so happy now.
Like, ridiculously.
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