Since my mouth got raped by that retired dentist, I haven't been able to eat sweets without considerable pain. Unfortunately, Dan's been given a GIANT box of Jellybeans.
It was the general consensus that if I could give birth, it would be in swarms from my pores, and my babies would be flies. These flies would each have my face on their tiny disproportionate bodies.
Although you can't tell, this is actually "a hill in outer space inside a glass dome with houses and people-farms inside". A request from my toilet-destroying brother.