There are fruit on the tree, you and me under the tree.
Sitting in rows under the Stupid Tree, each person has a Stupid Fruit.
You and I are still confused. It turns out that I am not the only one confused.
There is a confused soul under the confused tree, and a confused person among the confused soul.
One person is confused and confused, and confusion is the most ecstatic thing in life.
The country has its own road, and there are many trees beside the road.
There are fruit on the tree, you and me under the tree.
Sitting in rows in front of the stupid tree, each person has a stupid fruit.
Picking fruits, cutting down trees and digging graves, people fell asleep in the graves.
Where can the confused soul go? How can I go too far on the bridge?
"Hello, do you want the brain to be stored at room temperature or slightly spicy?"
(The zombie takes out the menu: secret brain flower, brain kernel crisps, brain skewers)
Is it AI? It's AI.