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One day I'll do a comic about my cave and how awesome and wonderful my cave is and how sometimes I think I could never ever ever leave here. Sometimes I leave my cave and I'm instantly like THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME INCLUDING THAT WHOLE DOG-FACE MAULING INCIDENT. It's just immediate regretsies.
But things must be done, jobs jobbed and all that. I usually get more than three metres. Usually.