Child, pelting me with paper balls from a magazine we told him he could rip apart: Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction. Malfunction.
If your milk maker isn't as big as your head, that is.


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