Ben - Junior

On those frabjous days when it's brillig and the slithy toves gyre and gimble in the wabe, Ben puts his chemistry work on pause to seek a manxome foe. He usually finds him in the tulgey wood by the Tumtum tree. It's not the Jubjub bird or that frumious Bandersnatch. No, it's the Jabberwock with all his whiffling burbles. Luckily, Ben always keeps his vorpal blade in hand and can snicker-snack all day long. (Did that sound dirty?) Let's keep those borogoves all mimsy, and stop those mome raths from outgrabeing all the time. Get your mome raths spayed or neutered. I love you, Scout.