I Dare to Headbutt the Buddha

Someone called me a rat dropping that ruined a pot of good porridge. I happily admitted it and gave them a thumbs-up. Later, someone else said my Ironhead Gang was a rat dropping. That I couldn't accept. I'm the leader of the Ironhead Gang, so put us together and that's at least two rat droppings. Actually, I want to ask: when will someone admit they cooked a whole pot of rat droppings?

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