She came running in from the kitchen and stood right in front of me.
"Timmy, can I have your eyeballs."
"Which eyeballs, these eyeballs?" I asked as I pointed towards my sockets, "Or the ones on the frig?"
"The ones on the frig."
"Certainly."
Later, I walked out into the kitchen and saw this.
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I regret not seeing it with a beard and eyebrows
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