Bill: No, I am a giraffe. I am very intrigued by your cat play date, but, unfortunately, unless I am misinformed, I am a giraffe.

Bill: I am a giraffe.

Bill: That's interesting! My daughter's name is Jordan.

Bill: It seems that you are mildly confuddled by my appearance. Am I not what you expected?

Bill: Alright. This will answer both Zee's and Mr. Jame'z questions very clearly and without confusion. I am a giraffe, although I am technically a bee. My fuzzy exoskeleton and the two antennae on my head classify me as a bee. However, my yellow and black stripes and my two wings classify me as a giraffe. My mother is a bumblebee. My father is a cat.

This is my mother.

This is my father.

That should've cleared up any confusion left on your mind.

yeah he needs some help

Bill: No. I enjoy Egyptian reggae.

Bill: Wolves are pretty good. Tigers are a little tangier, though.

Bill: The test says that I am Filipino, but I'm actually Gyranian. Well, my parents are, anyways. I'm from France and my mom and dad are from Mars.

Bill: I have been highly trained in the Goggle Society, which is the defense team of the heterocephalus glaber. Indeed, I would very much like to apply. I will serve you well.

Potay-Tay: A wonderful mix of boredom, randomness, and indignity.

Potty-Tay: Nah that's weird.

Potty-Tay: Who the heck is "potty-tay"?

Bill: Ska's the best.

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Bill: In scientific terms, I am a heterocephalus glaber. I come from the bladder of an infant seal.

Bill: Every predecessor is birthed through a different tube in the aranial gland. Five generations of us giraffes are born at once, with each birth occurring consecutively until the youngest generation is born. I was the third generation.

Bill: Barnaby Snickets

Bill: Deep fried Rubik's Cubes are delicious.

Bill: I brush my teeth twice daily.

Bill: I can play the piano with my face.

Bill: Fireflies by Allstar is great, but I also like ska.

Bill: I can try to secrete my polyps, or store my essence elsewhere, but finding secrecy in my giraffe exoskeleton would require much maintenance. I would much rather allow a giraffe to be allotted to my presence, rather than masking it with bumblebee boppers, as I do when I am conscious of my behavior.