"I think I love you. Do you love me too?"
"That depends. Are you going to eat me?"
"What else should I do with you?"
"First of all, don't make friends with your food and then eat them. It's really confusing, gross and mean. Just put me down over there under the tree and let me live out my remaining days."
"The ants will eat you then."
"True. Sounds like a slow death. Go ahead, eat me."
"This conversation has gone on too long. I can't now. I think I will go inside and get a banana instead."
"Just promise me you won't give me to the little human. She'll take one bite and leave me to die."
"I'll give you to my dad. You'll be finished in one bite."
"Deal."
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