Four years old and already a tactical genius

A proud moment wrapped in plastic humiliation

We built the world, they walked on it

They’re clownfish, not a franchise

That goat is missing… everything

Please do not disturb the tiny existential crisis

Not my name, not my circus, lady

I didn’t expect nature to call me out

Same, little buddy. Same.

My mouth is dancing, and it’s delicious

That’s not a bug, that’s a weapon

It walks right out of your nightmares