Aye, well done. You can count to two.
Ahahaha! I can't even. You had me in stitches there, dude. I mean, you always crack me up, but that is on a whole other level. How much did the doctor get paid to count the Mountain's balls?
I wonder what it would be like for her when she gets home.
"How was your day?" her husband would ask.
"It was fine," she would reply. "I counted balls all day. Same old, same old."
Aargh, I missed this!! Sorry! Hehe, hrs. That works be quite the humbling existence.
Same number dear?
Yep, multiples of two, sigh
Nope, nope, nope. You don't get to... You don't get to say you're sorry. I mean, you can't just... You can't say sorry and wipe everything away. This isn't a game you can just press reset on.
I wonder what the doctor would do if a day would end with an odd number. Does she cut the lone ball out just to keep the balance?
I suspect that they would. After all, what is in a ball?
I can't say for sure, but I think it's filled with rainbows and butterflies. That's why we often feel tickled.
That would explain the odd flutterings and also the magical colours that light up the room when I get my knackers oot!
I'm really not sure why schools don't teach that scientific fact!