There was an olive named Oliver, he was a very lonely olive and his job was to sit in the middle of a plate of hummus, but no one ever touched him.
One day a girl named G looked at him and put him on her plate. He was overwhelmed with happiness since he had a new friend. Though that friendship didn't work out since she stuck a fork threw him, drowned him in the plate of hummus and then shoved the monstrosity into her mouth. And then she figured out she didn't like olives so she spit Oliver into the napkin named Quentio.
Oliver was barely alive and Quentio was there when he passed away.
Rest In Peace ( more like pieces though...) Oliver the Olive.
I honestly don't know if that was an olive.
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