Of monks and breadsticks.

[sappylilartpunk]

Earlier this week, I had a dream that I was spending time in a remote monastery in another country. ... And there were pizza sticks. And these pizza sticks were so delicious that I wanted to eat more of them, but didn't think I should, because there weren't many left. So during meditation, I lied to the monks that were kneeling with me, and told them that during my meditation I heard the voices of divine beings. And these divine beings told me that I should eat more pizza sticks, and enjoy them on behalf of disembodied souls who can't eat them. And the monks believed me in shock and wonder and awe. ... And so I ate another pizza stick and a half. And it was delicious.

In my unconscious life, I tell serious lies to devout monks for cheese and sauce. Trufax.