They say that laughter is the best medicine. But it’s not. The best medicine tastes like strawberries. Not strawberries, like, real strawberries, but what some white lab-coat wearing men in a food research facility reckon strawberries taste like. It’s thick and gluggy, quite like venous blood.
Blood, of course, does not taste like strawberries. Unless the strawberries were carved out of metal, because blood tastes like a salty coin. I used to put coins in my mouth all the time, but now I’m not allowed. Mother said it’s bad for my fangs.