Rhymes With Nothing

We have a tragic storyline going :(

Boba Fett was looking through my camera and saw the pictures I took for Fourth of July. He threw it down on the bed and yelled out, “That’s enough! Why do you two go everywhere?! You took him to Pride, then you took him downtown!”

“Boba,” I said calmly, “you didn’t want to go to the firework show anyway…remember how you feel about them…”

“I don’t care,” Boba whined and sniffled. “I wanna do stuff again, too.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna take nail pictures and pictures for my website profile, just sit there.”

I gathered Boba and Cthulhu and took two shots with them. Unfortunately Boba got cut out of most of the frame, a fact he realized about five minutes later.

“I GOT CUT OUT AGAIN!” he bellowed as a tried to angle a nail picture with Cthulhu. “I HATE EVERYTHING.”

“Do you want to take a nail picture?” I asked him.

“I’D LIKE THAT VERY MUC—mmffmgnng!”

“Slththththth,” Cthulhu said.