I crush the tiki - I eat the tiki for breakfast. No forks. No plates. Just raw

I eat the tiki for breakfast. No forks. No plates. Just raw tiki guts and my hatred.

I crush the tiki and it was the tiki’s first day of school.

I crush the tiki and the tiki was crying like my dog when I took its toy.

I crush the tiki and it was the tiki’s first time seeing a toilet.