Paulina: What is an anteater’s fast food?
At twenty-something (in human years), I Can no longer eat five thousand ants Without a commensurate amount a time, Jogging in anteater sweat pants.
“Oh don’t worry,” they say, “You’ll find you are Hugely passionate for it one day! It releases endorphins that are at least on par With a honeypot soufflé.“
“It recharges your battery, removes all your fears, Makes the girl anteaters’ hearts pang! Adds years to your life,“ Yeah. Human years. So I have to multiply that by twenty-six and divide by eighty. Dang.