I take it home, and care for it like it was family.
[sup]Awwwww, why'd he have to go in the oven? He was fun...[/sup]
I revel in the shredded mess of the pink bear!
I throw a tunnel boring machine at the next poster.
BACON! I eat it all before it has gotten three feet from your hands. I also get hit with the pan, but the bliss of the bacon keeps me from noticing the searing pain too much.
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