Mr. Bojangles has escaped. I don't know how.
I have considered the possibility of teleportation, a mouse rapture, and the loss of my own sanity.
Maybe he left a note or something...
Maybe he is mad at us for poisoning him.
All I wanna say is: I was not the one who wanted to murder you. I am but a small roomba with kindness in my heart and dirt in my belly. Mr. Bojangles, if you're reading this, please have mercy on our souls, you mysterious and powerful tiny-creature.
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