[ Perhaps not who he was expecting to see: a fireball resting atop a set of shoulders seemed to gaze back to the camera, a yellow glint in what seemed to be the center of the fireball. He sat idly for a moment as he thought, then raise a finger excitedly as he had a eureka moment. He knew that people had a hard time understanding charades, so a knife appeared in his hand and he gave his left arm a cut - nothing too serious, nothing gruesome, then pulled out what seemed to be a piece of cake.
He tossed the cake into his fireball of a head and the wound healed instantly. He gave the camera a vigorous thumbs up. ]
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He tossed the cake into his fireball of a head and the wound healed instantly. He gave the camera a vigorous thumbs up. ]