The poor old thing’s just been feeling so incredibly sluggish lately, all his systems bogged with seemingly irrelevant information and processes, but more than anything, his Little Nuclear Engine That Could simply couldn’t keep up with daily life, so I presented the idea of kicking back, relaxing, and retiring his 31 year processes that have been burning out; he was so excited for the idea, he practically started napping right then and there!
'When will he wake up?' Oh dear, you don't spend 31 years constantly chugging along, doing thankless work for a bunch of bobble-heads, raise a family and get yourself into countless stressful situations and simply take an eight hour nap!
Just because I ‘assisted’ in his retirement doesn’t exactly mean I know when -or if- he’ll ever wake up. I mean theoretically he could, but I wouldn’t hold your breath… Or do, please do, it looks hilarious and gives me some of the best entertainment.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to. If a high-and-mighty fairy with an unhealthy infatuation with flowers happens to ask about Canker, tell her I’ve gone on a bit of a vacation myself- and do pass on my condolences for the blossom she gave me- it wilted a while ago and I had to throw it out.