It's Thursday the 3rd of March, my name is Pete Donaldson, and I am full of giant

watsits.

When I just ran into the house, to go to the low, I picked up a load of giant watsits and

just put them all in my mouth, Luke Moor, how'd you like me?

How'd you like my apples?

How'd you like my watsits?

I like to think that I'm your giant watsit.

You are.

If you were to be a snack, I think a watsit would be a very, or maybe a weak crunchy.

I think you'd make a good weak crunchy.

What, because I'm quite furry, you mean, like quite like a...

Yeah, quite furry and round, like, really, really curly.

I think you'd need to be like a frazzle.

Yeah, I can see, I can definitely see the logic behind the weak crunchy, the frazzle and

the watsit.

And also, because you've obviously been consistently fond of referring to me as some kind

of honey monster type character.

Yeah, that's fair.

I think that's fair.

Because I think you've got, because you've got something of a night about you, like, you

do your best work after dark, you're kind of, you're wierry, you're kind of lye, because

I'm a bit more lumbering and a bit more kind of woolly, I don't know.

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