They poke and they prod, they pick and they pick, poke, pick. Where is the loon?
I don't want your smelly food around me, but I have to eat at some point to remain sane. Why do I eat? It leads to sanity. Without food, I go insane.
Simultaneously, people play Hansel and Gretel. Who was the boy? What happened to the witch? Was she actually a witch?
Why is there a witch fattening up children in a forest? Forest... GREG GUTFELD.... HUGS, NOT DRUGS%!
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