they're cakes btw

Maybe the Jaffa Cake, was the friends we made along the way.

afterall time is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let other recognize me as me.. but then what am i...? is this me? my true self, my fake self? what is it that i am?!

Who is to say what one truly is inside. Man, muppet.. truly, does it even matter? For it is our actions that define us and not our bodies, which through decomposition or digestion will return to dust and yet the memory of us remains

From this to making him say girlboss. Wtf

am i a muppetttttttttttt or am i a jaffa cake?