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Lately, my food's been talking to me-tidbits of hints and clues about blowin' stuff up.
Now, what the heck is goin' on here: frankfurters talkin' 'bout dynamite, pizza mentioning C-4, and pumpkin pie whisperin' about some atomic explosives.
My mind is outta whack, so I dreamed one night. It was a blank dream, a canvas of white, when outta nowhere this fat Puerto Rican* midget falls from the sky and screams the words of my delicious friends:

"I'm gonna BLOW IT UP!!!!!!!!!"

I almost peed myself right then, and the giant panda that tackled him screamin' freakin' chinese with noodles flyin' outta his belly button didn't help my restraint of release.

I had a dream...

BLOOOOOWWWWWWWWW IITTTTTTT UUUUUUUPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




*NOT RACIST!!!