Finn: My hot dog's dead.
My pizza's dead.
My cupcake is dead.
Jake: Oh, um, my doughnut's dead.
My burger's dead.
My milkshake is dead.
Finn: All of our favorite foods are totally dead.
They cannot procreate in little food beds.
And turn them into stuff.
But you can't cry enough...
You can't cry enough.
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