Mister Smee has ADD (Adventurizing-Deficit Disorder)

“I can’t get no decent adventurizing goin’ on in this ‘hood, yo!”

Sequestered with the Misters in the semi-quasi-urban interregnum [read: concrete jungle] of this bleached bardo babylon, the Smee can’t cavort very far before he encounters concrete, cars, children, dogs, etc.

“It’s beastly, yo. I mean, it ain’t civilized. Well, it IS civilized -- OVER-civilized. Such an overdeveloped sense of being civilized that it’s uncivilized … yo.”

“We feel your pain, Mr. Smee!”

“Barely enough greenery to brush my teeths on!”

“Mister, see? There’s only one letter difference between dental hygiene and mental hygiene.”

Behind Closed Doors

The Smitty has an open-door policy.

“Don’t shut that door!”

The Smee does not tolerate finding a closed door in his path.

“Don’t be shutting that bathroom door. How am I supposed to drink my water?”

If the bathroom door closes, the Smee camps out in front of it like a homemaker at dawn on Black Friday.

“Open the door!”

The Smee demands complete transparency!

A Killing Smee

Mister Smitty went on a killing spree!

“Mister, ho-hum, the Smee has killed another birdy.”

“Mister -- yawn -- that’s nice.”

“And ate it.”

“No like waste um, huh, Mr. Smee?”

[burp]

“Who’s going to clean up the feathers?”

“I prefer not to,” quoth Mr. Smartlesmee, the Smallbirdkiller.