"Do you ever practise your spins?"

My face every time the Tammasaurus asks this:

PLEASE TAMMASAURUS, I LOVE YOU, DO NOT MAKE MY PRACTISE MY SPINS. I KNOW I NEED TO, BUT I AM AN INCAPABLE CRETIN THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO SPIN!

And she just looks at me...


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