Yeah, I'll watch your popcorn. You take your smoke break, I'll aid and abed. I'll watch your precious red cup and I won't even take a piece, not a kernel.
But the second you're gone too long, the first second past the ending time, I'll start painting a coat of buttered sodium, I'll give my floss something to talk about. I'll help. To a point.
It's not you. It's the popcorn. That's what I'll say.
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