"You should go to a rodeo sometime." Eric lectured Sally. Sally was not programmed by the rope or hose, but she knew full well what Eric was talking about when he grabbed that hammer.

Soup coming to a boil.

The hairy beast paused to urinate in the forest, having eluded capture by the humans. With his dirt encrusted fingernails he carved out a circle on his forehead, and a small sparrow flew out flooding the beast with copious dopamine.

Give the bird a tail.

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"You've breathed your last!" cried the penis. "I'll not enter your establishment ever again." The Lonely Vagina Hotel would never see Mr. Penis enter again, except by way of a BACK DOOR.

Mystery meat.

The humming coming from the overworked pickle formed a peculiar shape as it exhaled a day's worth of soup now brought to steam.

Slime is real.