Intuition

Standing there, you realize that you actually never mentioned having a snack to Fred. Could he be able to read your mind, and vice-versa? You try to envision a succulent veal cutlet, and almost immediately, Fred pipes up. "I'm afraid I don't have any veal," he announces.

It's true, then!

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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