But you see, I have a copperhead snake as a pet. That is, I toss him snacks, and he doesn't kill me. He's about 8 feet long, and he's fat. I shall have to smite him one day. And make him into a stew. (yuk, I'm joking) Nah, I'll make him into a belt, or something like that.
Anyway, stale pie is the work of Satan.
