Blah, the dog, and Fuzzy Goo live in something frightening called society. Sometimes the big human beings call it a nation, or they call it a very long word “infrastructure’ which was made up by a very old man with a beard and a very bad temper. Society is the secret club of big human beings. The job of this secret society is to make little human beings grow up. Growing up means giving up all things you like to do. Growing up means not saying your favourite bad words. Growing up means turning into a monster just like your father and your mother. Growing up is to become blah. Very, very blah.
Fuzzy’s dog does not like the society of other dogs. A dog is a dog but all dogs together are blah. This is the same with all big human beings. Very blah. So when you are growing up you must kill yourself before you become just another very boring blah. If you are a coward, then you must smoke ganga or get very mean and drunk every day and night. It is usually better to run away from home. All you need is a rucksack and small tent. If you stay in society and the big ones want to beat up the other society next door they will put you into an army and you will get your small finger and private parts blown up by bombs. It is very painful. If you stay in society, the big ones will make you stand in line in the street and wave stupid little flags and sing horrible national song, and be kissed by the thick drunken lips of the biggest of the big human beings. They won’t let you pee when you want to but whey they want you to.
