Glen's not going to like that.
*donates Sushi*
WHAT! *retrieves Sushi* *donates Lossy, Lossy's nearly-finished homework assignments, Lossy's bed, Lossy's house, Lossy's chair, Lossy's turkey-flavored sock, Lossy's chocolate-flavored sock, Lossy's sanity, Lossy's brain, Lossy's cookies, Lossy's ability to sleep, Lossy's life (she's not really supposed to have one), Lossy's username, Lossy's posts, Lossy's profile page, Lossy's little circles, the stove where Lossy cooks her little circles, Lossy's imaginary friends, Lossy's insanity, Lossy's room in the Asylum, Lossy's pi (MPLF) and Lossy's pie (MPLF), Lossy's self, Lossy's computer, Lossy's music, Lossy's books, Lossy's yard, China, Lossy's Dr. Seuss hat, everything of Lossy's that GG has eaten before, everything of Lossy's that has gone down Derny's black hole before (which somehow became GG's stomach, or vice versa), Lossy's Word Processor, Lossy's cell phone, Lossy's clown nose, and anything else Lossy has that I didn't remember*
SUSHI MUST NOT BE DONATED! He is my friend. Who else would wake me up in the morning when my reliable wind-up alarm clock isn't reliable? Who would comfort me when I dream about being chased by evil schemers and their minions? Who would give me rides to class on his back? Without Sushi, I have no life!
(Not that I have one of those things anyway. It's kind of partial right now.)