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The burping ghost we named Carl because that's the sound he makes when the fridge is empty was out in the garage sucking all the ink out of our markers.
His eyes were bigger than frying pans, which I think are also called skillets, because you have to have skill as a cook to use them.
And a cook is also called a chef, because that's the sound a spatula makes: "chef, chef."
Carl's heart is made of kleenex, and he will loan you one if you need to blow your nose. He used to be a paperboy for our neighborhood, but he died once when he fell off his bike.