Actually, I'm kidding. I'll gladly hand out hugs any time. Although, there was a period of time that spanned from late elementary school into middle school where I adamantly ran away from anybody who tried to hug me. It was probably the prepubescent angst brewing inside me. I've passed that stage though. I wasn't lying about me being really irritable when I'm hungry, however. That part's completely true, and anybody who's close enough to me can certainly vouch for that.
For non-huggers, I should have drawn porcupines, maces, and forest fires. Oh well. Next time.
Edit: I actually realized that my cartoon makes no sense, so ignore everything.
