All About the Peanuts

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You know what I’m here for.

You know what I come swooping and hopping in to eat. It’s all I ever want. If you haven’t figured it out yet, you’re dumber than I give you credit for.

I’ll do what it takes to get what I want. Every other thing you put in front of me is immaterial. I’ll brush it out of the way, like clumps of dirt standing in the way of a nugget of gold.

You know what I’m here for. I’ll say it again and again until you get it. Sitting on my perch, watching until you come and give them up.

It’s all about the peanuts. And I’ll be waiting, and watching, until there are more.

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