Cardboard Dream Crusher of Orphans and Cannibalistic Tendencies or something like that (idk dude). I can't do everything for you. Do I look like your dad, or something?! Seriously, seek help. You will amount to nothing, and you will die alone. Just like your mom said back when you were 4 years old before she left you at the doorstep of the orphanage, you dumb, poopy-brained nincompoop. I am so fed up with your inability to comprehend the simplest, most basic things in life! I'm losing my fur over here. I've got better things to do. Like, you know, hibernating and stuff. Good grief! I need a vacation from this perpetual state of having to dumb things down for you... *sighs deeply* This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me! Maybe this is a punishment from God. I better shut my beak before I start blaspheming or something like that... I just hope I can go back to sleep before you have another question or remark. I am not dealing with that. Maybe I should eat you to shut you up. Is that too dark? Whatever. Have a nice day. I hate you. By the way, I am not liable for any damage your brain has sustained as a result of your ignorance, and I am definitely not paying for your therapy. Is that understood? Good. Now leave me alone, before I turn into a Karen bear over here, alright?! Good grief! You are testing my patience, you buffoon. I need a sandwich. Also, go take a shower. You are not going to attract any female bears smelling like that. Good grief! *mumbling* I'm getting too old for this sh*t... *mumbling fades out* *sounds of snoring* ... Zzzzzzzz.....!!! ... *wakes up suddenly* WHAT DID YOU SAY?!! OH, NOTHING? ALRIGHT. KEEP IT THAT WAY! *goes back to sleep, snoring again* Zzzzzz... ... *wakes up again* Actually, just for good measure, here are 10 more words, you illiterate nincompoop: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, Floccinaucinihilipilification, Sesquipedalianism, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, Pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism, Methylchloroisothiazolinone, Honorificabilitudinitatibus, Antidisestablishmentarianism, Thyroparathyroidectomized! HAH! *goes back to sleep, snoring again* Zzzzzz... ... ... (etc., etc., etc...)

This is why orphans are dangerous with cardboard. They either start eating it or making it into a house and hallucinating that they have a family.

So I threw out the cardboard and said, "You have to stay in reality. Fantasies aren't real. You can't and will never get a home."

Next day, they make cardboard parents, so I threw that away and said, "Pay attention to reality; you will never get parents."

Next day, they start acting like parents and tell me what to do. Again, I said, "Snap to reality. You will never be a parent!" The orphan responded with, "Oh, really?! How so?" I just simply said, "You don't have a house and parents. You literally like eating cardboard, and then you make parents out of it. You like to eat old people!"

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Alright, listen up, you knuckle-dragging troglodyte. You really gonna make me spell it out for you? This "joke" is all about some dude messing with an orphan. The orphan's coping by building a fantasy world with cardboard, and this Einstein here keeps crushing their dreams with a sledgehammer of "reality." Then, in the end, he straight-up tells the kid they're gonna end up eating old people! It's dark, twisted, and about as funny as a root canal without anesthesia, which knowing you is probably a good laugh. You should really read a book or something, you know?

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