Better Than Buttered Popcorn

is how I would describe
their tastiness to the
movie dinosaurs
whose every roar and
gnash was restated
Loudly so the whole theater
could enjoy the talents of
the two women behind us,
women formerly known
as obnoxious who I would now
characterize as deliciously crunchy

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