“So what brings you to the white house Mr. Sour cream?” I ask
“Well, I am white and so is the white house, so I have decided to run for president,” says sour cream. ‘Oh, what a coincidence,” I say feeling and becoming more Machiavellian by the minute “I’m running for president too!”
I step forward, my stomach is rumbling as if there is a monster inside it. The innocent pottle of sour cream shakes with fear showing a feeling of malaise on his label.
“You can’t run for president on an empty stomach,” I say a somewhat evil grin spreading across my face. I gobble him down. I win the election by strange disappearance. ;)
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