Morton Jr. raised his rattle-holding fist & shook as he shouted, “¡We need to get these nipple queens off the tits & tell ’em to buy their own formula!”
His crib mate began to whimper.
“I… I mean… I.”
Morton leaned into him & cried, “O, ¡quit your whining, hippie!”
His crib mate threw his head back & wailed, dripping tear after tear onto the bed.
“Hey, ¡cut that out! I don’t want to have to pay for the damages you caused.”
But the tears continued, flooding the crib, & then the whole house.
& that’s how climate change was born.