I MADE MYSELF A SANDWICH. MY MOMMY NAMED IT FRED. IT TASTES LIKE BEANS & BACON, AND IT SMELLS LIKE IT'S BEEN DEAD. WRITING STUFF IS HARD SO I USE A POINTY PENCIL. POINTY POINTY POINTY, POINTY POINTY POINT-- P.U. WHAT'S THAT HORRIBLE SMELL? I HAVE A HEAD, IT ENDS IN A POINT,

POINTY POINTY POINTY, POINTY POINTY POINT. THIS SONG IS OVER, EXCEPT FOR THIS LINE: YOU WIN THIS ROUND, BROCCOLI