"I don't just run around the room making noise, you know."
"No, I don't know."
"Well, I slide across the floor, picking up any piece of dirt, lint, or crumbs I can find."
"What do you do with the stuff?"
"I eat it. That's what I live on."
"What happens if you don't sing?"
"My throat gets clogged, and I starve."
"Oh, my."
"I heard one time, a guy got clogged, and kept trying to eat. He got so hot that he burst into flames."
"Did not."
"Did too. The whole house and everything in it burned to a crisp."
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