Firehouse crackers. They're really good. Homegrown naturally produced sexually active crackers.

Oh my god, they'll bust in your mouth, not your ass.

Designed by the same people who brought you.

The Nutcracker on Broadway. Oh shit.

I love Christmas and making crackers.

The Nutcracker don't fucking touch all these wires. Get the fuck out of here.

You talking to the cat, not me for listening to him.

The Nutcracker, the plot is you turn into a fucking...

What happens? Like a little girl turns into something.

No, like all the Christmas toys come alive. Come to life.

Yeah, but who's the bad guys? They're a mouse to the bed.

The bad guy is the guy that rapes her and then she has to go into a dream world

where the Christmas toys are alive.

That's not real, right?

Is there a part where she gets raped?

It's like, well, we realize when we watch the last action here on the cap.

Oh, of course. Yeah.

That it's all the kid is getting raped.

A disassociated...

But there's no evil mouse. I'm thinking of a different movie.

There is a mouse king, right? Or a racer, right?

My crackers are falling all over the place, though.

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