sticky-sticky-stombo-no-sir-ombo-hotty-botty-bosco-icky-nine-newy-nine-tomo-romo-tombo fell in the well! what shall we do?

say you have a friend pedro and pedro really likes chocolate so every time there is a pedro-gift-giving occassion, you give pedro chocolate. birthdays. soltices. working step 9. whatever. you give pedro chocolate. one day, say it's... i don't know... say it's purim and you give pedro chocolate and pedro goes - «i do not like chocolate.» and you go - «haha. very funny, pedro. of course you like chocolate.» and pedro goes - «no. no, i do not. and, i never did. and, the fact that you think i do now or ever did like chocolate or that i would appreciate your gift of chocolate now or in the past or in the future - this proves you do not know me at all nor appreciate my personness.» wow. pretty much that's all you can think right there - simply... wow.

this revelation of pedro's chocolate non-liking is rather startling. thinking back, you realize you believe pedro likes chocolate because when you give it to him [in the past, before The Change] he goes - «thank you!» and then he eats it and when he eats it he goes - «mmm... chocolate!» and so either pedro is like some great actor of the sir john gielgud varietal or he likes chocolate.

and, as you ponder, you realize that you are not the only one who has been giving pedro chocolate on the assumption that he likes it. everyone has always given pedro chocolate. it is common knowledge in the circle of friends and family that surround pedro that he likes chocolate. in fact, pedro buys himself chocolate. he doesn't even make that much money in his job at the petting zoo, but any extra money he has, he spends on chocolate.

how can he say he doesn't like it?! he spends his own money on it. he makes the mmm-mmm sound when he eats it. it's common knowledge that he likes it. pedro:chocolate::narcissus:narcissus.

c'mon, pedro! stop fooling around. you know you like chocolate. everyone knows you like chocolate. don't try to deny who you are or you will deprive the world of the youness of you.