May your blanket become strangely lumpy every night,very shortly before you fall asleep and may it be weirdly bunched up somewhere close to your feet so that no shaking with your legs unfolds it and you have to get up to fix it, making you wake up again.

Listen up Kermit. If you really wanted to intimidate us you’d threaten to add orange juice to our milk instead.

You heard of evaporated milk?