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Thank God this is censored, I don’t know what I’d do otherwise
Fuck. That’s the word that was censored. Sorry to ruin your day.
All I see is fu*k
True, it might be funk instead. I’m making an educated guess.
That is where demons live unfortunately!
Goodnight, dear, and remember: there’s a spooky, scary skeleton inside of you.
Technically, you’re inside the skeleton. And the skeleton is always moist.
A spooky, scary skeleton provides the framework for your body’s locomotion, but whether or not it’s part of your identity is a subject of philosophical debate. Sweet dreams!
Well Susan Sto Helit has taught us how to handle the monsters: threaten them with the fireplace poker until you force them out into the open, then flip the fluffy blanket over them, which throws them into an existential crisis and they disappear.
It’s less messy than just beating them to death with the poker.
Unless it’s a skeleton eating a biscuit
That sounds more like Grandfather Death. The children know He’s not a monster.
