HUMANS

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You've got to hand it to humans. They keep coming back for more. They're relentless. They're not to be denied. Well, actually, they are to be denied, and forcibly, but they refuse to believe it. God sticks his foot out into the aisle so they take a tumble, tossing their jello-laden trays into the throngs of onlookers, and yet they still stagger upright with a shit-eating grin on their shiny little faces, brushing the Green Bean Bake, the kind made from canned onion rings –canned onion rings!– from their chests. Stay down, damn it! Ah, what's the use?