Dearest Wee One,
When I spend time stretching my ribcage, trying to increase the room around my lungs and lung capacity, it is not so that you can squish up there and hang out while continuing to restrict my breathing. I really like you and all, but I also really like oxygen. And since you still need me for oxygen, it would be better for us both if you let me breathe.
Now scoot down. Bonus points if you scoot down and stay off my bladder.
Love,
Your Host
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