Still no BBQ at the ol' pengun'. Wings have been juicy and ripe for the slathering, but they just won't budge in their puritanical ways. Fortunately, they still haven't seemed to mind my attempts at livening up my plate with ketchup.
I had an idea today, what if I smuggled in a glass Heinz bottle, and filled it with sweet baby rays? I wonder if I can re-color it to somehow look more like ketchup.
I admonish myself for not having thought of this sooner.
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