You can't be too cautious you know?

You couldn't pay me to hang out up there in a windstorm!

The poor thing is starving on that bare stair.

Ahhhh, like a tiny, hard beach of my very own.

Hanging and a'sleepin' Rockin and a'snugglin' Wearin' lots of layers cuz it's cold as a... something cold.

I never learned to rhyme.

The love sack is a little old place where, we can hang togetherrrrrr!