Chris says: *gets out guitar* oh panini man how you crumble like my soul Ella says: [tearful emoticon] Ella says: such touching lyrics Chris says: how you disintegrate like my...vanished rabbit who never even came out of my hat oh no... Ella says: rather than be grilled you swim despite your lack of limbs Chris says: don't let that chef get you down Ella says: and browned and filled with a pound of beeeeeef Chris says: good grief, pa nini man Chris says: *sways, plays chords* Ella says: >wipes tear away< Ella says: its the hit the beatles never had Chris says: yes indeed
