The tesseract's choice of gift is most peculiar. While I am grateful to have my orb, intact and whole, the tesseract seems to have meddled with it. I shall have to determine if that meddling can be undone.
I'll admit that I feel a little as if the next time I move I'm going to pop, but I was thinking it might be nice to have a dinner with all of us.
How do you feel about Saturday night?
I'm beginning to wonder how many of these baby things I actually need, versus how many they just want to sell me.
Would you come and take me home? I felt you when I arrived, and you are so good.