slaughter me, package me, cook me, put me on a bun. i guess i'll have to be cuter, floppy ears and fur, to not be considered dinner.
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slaughter me, package me, cook me, put me on a bun. i guess i'll have to be cuter, floppy ears and fur, to not be considered dinner.
