no nose either. iiiiiif moses supposes his toesies are roses, moses supposes erroneously; for nobody’s toesies are poesies of roses as moses supposes his toesies to be. making the creature’s name moses i guess.
So today I met a mask-making rug-weaving blacksmithing jewellery-tinkering paragon of Awesome! It was in a steampunk place and there were a lot of hats. And things with tentacles. And thus I dedicate this blob to a certain MMRWBSJTPofA! May he live long, prosper and fill out all his application forms correctly.