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The vitamins make me strong enough to use the wrench to tie the laces so I can kick the notebooks, which knock the sponge-tower, ensuring the digger’s victory. Which inspires the pens to attack the notebooks and, with the help of the juggling ball’s idea-generation abilities, write down dozens of jokes at a time. At worst, the pens get a little help by watching Mr. Show on a broken laptop, so they only hear half the joke and have to make their own punchlines, which make them better at comedy. If they really can’t come up with anything, I sprinkle cinnamon altoids on them, the sugar in which perks them up and gets them to word.

And the bread is bread.