Like Julie Andrews sang, "These are a few of my favorite things."
Chub Chub. Chuberooski. The Chubs. Pooky-Bear-Butt-Face. Bumperschnickel.
I've dedicated a section of The Prosiest to Chub Chub, for obvious reasons. Look at those ears and tell me you don't want to lick them. Look at those feet and convince me that they don't make you want to make love. Look at that face and try not to squeal in delight. If you're still reading this, know that I love you. All my love, and the Chub's love, for you.