With apologies to Harlan Ellison

She looked on in mild distaste as I pulled my upper lip down over my chin. The dinner guests were amazed, but she wasn’t. When the guests had gone, she had me do it again, and then she pulled out a stapler.

I have no mouth, and I must scream!

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