Bassic (sic) instincts

“Hey, what’s this? I suppose you think I’m stupid! Luring me with your wiggly-woggly, ‘I’m so bright and shiny’ contraption....

...moves well though [wonder if I can keep up with it?]

Well clearly I must be stupid, I'm talking to myself. But where’s my ‘devil may care’ sense of adventure? ‘The world’s my oyster’...well to be truthful I’ve never been partial to oysters – I've never got past the cronky shell. It’s good here though; Freedom with a capital F. But with freedom comes responsibility and my responsibility right now is something good to eat. Just one bite away.”