Yes, this is the real deal. *The* gum. 3 courses and everything. Even goes "wrong" with the dessert. Which, I mean...yes, I'd love to see you chew. But like...I don't know. Are you absolutely sure you want that? Like sure, I'd take great care of you, but like, you'd be massive. Nothing but a big ball of juice. We'd probably struggle to fit you through doors. You wouldn't be able to move on your own. Your clothes would likely rip and tear. I've never done this, so I'm not even completely sure if I'd be able to get you back to normal. And even if I can, I'm not sure how long it'd take. But of course, if you did, I'd be there every step of the way. Making room for you. Admiring your blue. Feeling you get bigger. Massaging your growing body. I just...don't want to force this onto you, you know?
