Ronaldo cannot tell you how many times panicked dreamers mistook him for the monster under their beds.
He’s not, you know.
A monster.
Sure. He slurps slivers of their brains away when they’re busy not looking, but what do you expect him to eat? The sound of crickets?
He’s not a monster.
He’s not NOT a monster, either.
Ronaldo is never really sure from day to day as to who he even is, so he couldn’t possibly expect you to keep track.
It’s best not to worry about such things.
Ronaldo Field Notes:
But if you must worry, start here.
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