Speed Eater Over the river and through the foods. The time for humans to reflect upon the blessings of the Overlords. A wondrous time of bittersweet sorrow, regret and shameless drinking.
Brother joins hands with brother then awkwardly pulls away and tells dad about it later.
At the zoo, a giraffe's prehensile tongue lovingly wraps about an old woman's wrist like a parsnip, tugging her wrinkled human branch into the maw. Come on over, dude. We've been trained to pretend that Thanksgiving dinner is the best meal of the year, but we all know better. Turkey and mashed potatoes taste like spit wads, and no one eats the creamed onions. Everything is beige and riddled with slimy green things.