Coping with the Mommarazzi.

The Mommarazzi approaches the subject, having been tipped off to his whereabouts by the sound of blocks being banged together.



*snap*




*snap*

"Whoa, hey..." He gets up and toddles over to the Mommarazzi to investigate the situation.




*snap*

"Dude, that flash is a bit bright, ya know? You've already gotten your photos, could we maybe lay off a bit so I can go back to my blocks? Or you could feed me. That's always an option."




*snap*

"All right, that's it. Your camera is mine."




*snap*