omg you. you tortoised me. I flailed so hard reading this my cat sighed in disgust. "Get a tortoise then if the concept of Clyde as a Bohemian artist is so cute," she said in that sigh. I think. I'm not sure. I don't speak her moon language.

The point is: I died at the copyright bit (and I then wanted to call my brother for a consult as he knows IP law) and I squeed when Alfredo liked the green one, and alsdk;salkfdl;akf when Joan wasn't sure if frauded or not.

you keel me.

(eta: also, the name isn't that unwieldy! polyamortortoise!)