On the Eighth Day, the Mouse Froze (Patreon)

On a scale somewhere between “gently salted focaccia” and “the Utah Salt Flats in full sun with a mild wind of despair,” how salty are you when your computer locks up mid-edit?

Personally, I go from “hmm” to “the sea itself has nothing on me” in about six seconds.
Then I sit there, hands hovering above the keys, radiating betrayal.
No thoughts. Just seasoning.

——— { pause for tea } ———

🐸 MUPPET SPEAK TRANSLATION:

Me try click. Computer say no.

Me become
SALT.
Like
Ocean.
But angrier.

Computer now scared. Me now snack.