Nom and om were happy together.
Nom and om enjoyed skipping, reading books and going to the library.
One day, om and nom went to dinner together.
Om thought nom made too much noise while eating, and nom thought the same of om.
thus ended the happy friendship of om and nom.
and to this day they battle for each meal.
but om normally only wins one victory each meal.
One day, om will turn the tables on nom, and will begin to win the war.
On that day, ringing from dinner tables everywhere will be delightful sounds of OM OM OM OM OM nom.
And on that day I will rejoice with OM! For the battle has been won.
(And. Before anyone asks there is no deeper meaning to this story. I just wrote it randomly to a friend in the middle of a conversation, while musing the phenomenom (look at those noms just gloating their victory in that word) that is OM NOM NOM, and the unfairness to poor OM. Only one OM and two NOMs. One day OM will turn the tide. OM > NOM despite how it may appear.)
And this is what happens when Liz is overtired. Great.
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