We Love Peeps!
Maybe you put your Peep in the microwave (maybe you got the idea from your mom) and watch it balloon to 10 times its size, split its sugar coating and plop over on the plate. Definitely dead now. Then, just for kicks, you pick the Peep up by some unrecognizable body part and let it stretch grotesquely downward, laughing hysterically at gravity's effect. Ultimately, you gobble the Peep up and repeat the process til the Peeps are gone.
Perhaps you are feeling some extra agression because your parents won't let you jump off the couch anymore, or body-slam your brother, or maybe the sugar from the other Easter candy has already hit your blood stream. For your last Peep, you bring out a FORK. Watch out little Peep. I spared you the microwave for something much more torturous, something mother never dreamed of.
First, the two-handed squish!
Followed by multiple stab wounds...
Oh--the humanity! Perhaps more disturbing than the Peep destruction is the glee with which Alex wields his fork. Finally, the Peep is put out of its misery.
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