So anyway, I was reading this thing in the paper and there was this knock at the door. It was the paper man. So anyways I paid him and took my paper and realised HEY! I already had one. So I went back to the door to give it him back but he'd gone on his superpowered turbo, nitrous injected bicycle and was already down the edge of the street. I thought, oh no! What am I gonna do? So I ate the paper. And guess what? It tasted like chicken. So it tasted like chicken. Oops, I already said that.