I am a ceramic bowl. I am fragile, and made of clay. You can put tasty foods in me like cereal, soup, or anything that might be good inside of a bowl. Please put food inside of me. If you do not, I might be very sad, and do something bad. I might hurt somebody. I might hurt a lot of people. I will fill my bowl with blood. I will set thousands of buildings on fire, and kill many people. I’m fucking insane. I will kill everyone you love. I do not feel, I am nothing but a ceramic bowl. Fill me.