Pts, hey, smarty pants.

If there are three things I love, lunch is two of them.

Of course, you can't eat lunch until you've eaten breakfast,

so right now I'm having some scrambled eggs, plain, with nothing on them.

Excuse me while I take the first bite.

Whoa, whoa, don't eat that yet. Ah, who are you? And how'd you get on my shoulder?

Hey, how you doing? The name's salty. Think of me like a salt fairy. A salt fairy? That's right,

tough guy. Huh, well, you do look a little like a salt shaker with wings.

I couldn't help notice and you don't got no salt on your eggs.

I never put salt on my eggs. I like him plain.

Plain? What's the matter with you? Have you even tried salt on your eggs?

No, I guess I haven't, but...

So how do you know you don't like it if you ain't never tried it?

True, you probably sound like every parent listening right now.

Am I right?

Hey-o!

Huh, who are you?

And how'd you get on my other shoulder?

It's just me, P, the peppery pepper fairy.

Ah, of course, you're a little pepper mill.

Also with wings.

You know what they say?

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