I have a question for you.
Seriously…..
Nah….I’m not joking around….
Have you ever executed an innocent, fluffy marshmallow around a camp fire?
Verdict: Guilty or not?
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I’m guessing you’re guilty!!!! Don’t worry, you’re conscience won’t eat you alive.
I just want to admit that yeah! I’ve assassinated and executed an innocent, fluffy marshmallow. And it was an excruciating experience. 
I felt bad for the mallows. You can hear them scream….or sizzle rather. I just chucked it in the flames and it was totally wicked cool! The truth is, I have sent many marshmallows to their deaths. I mean, I didn’t seriously mean it. I just wanted them brownish, but they caught fire like a witch. Yeah, I’m a terrible killer. I’ve slaughtered many marshmallows to death. I’ve incinerated them. It was like a death camp for the marshmallows. Sometimes, when my evil nerves go up, and I’m too lazy to build a camp fire [where the heck would I build one though?] I just order them “To the Oven!”
LOL.
Poor things. I almost felt sorry for them though. They’re innocent, unaware of the perils of my presence. But I’m not really that bad! Since I’m a horrible murderer of chocolate and crackers too, I just let them die together. But to tell you the truth, I always give them a fair trial and almost always find them guilty of tasting best when roasted on the end of a stick.
But when the final judgment arrives, I’m spared.
You know why?
‘coz THEY [the marshmallows] started it!
[crap why do they have to taste so good!?]
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