A lucky escape.
I rarely watch television. Reception is poor because of all the flying monkeys. I'll have to get the anti-aircraft guns working again one day.
Internet access is, of course, unaffected. So I was able to catch up with some children's programming, since Mother never allowed me to view such nonsense when I was in my larval stage.
She was right, as it turned out. If I'd been exposed to things like this I might have turned out demented, rather than the well-balanced adult my parents brought me up to be.
It's a good thing my mother was such a tough woman, even though it meant I had to run the tenderiser for three days before she was edible.
