“What?” … said the amoeba to his diminutive friend … the one with the foresight-before-insight issue.

“Nothing”… replied the little fiend mascarading as the diminutive friend of the big amoeba twat with attitude and status, in his grandiose hat.

“Oh to be a fucking amoeba”, thought the diminutive fiend mascarading as a friend to the big fella, dressed as a cunt in his big fuck off hat.

“One day, when I grow up. I’m going to twat that amoeba cunt”, thought the diminutive fiend mascarading as a friend to the cunt amoeba.

Psalm 25:14:34