I’m sorry, it’s bad enough if you’re a box of ice-cream sandwiches, but if you’re a box of ice-cream sandwiches and you get on my bad side when I’m hungry, there’s going to be trouble.
By bad side, I — of course — mean anywhere I can see you.
And by trouble, I mean I’m going to feed you to the pig.
And by pig, I mean me.
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