Not to bum you outbut Stan just said something
and I’m afraid that if I share it with anyone
it might shatter you
to your very core
so I am having
something of a conundrum
right now.

Currently I am of two minds
as to whether I want to spare you
the pain
of the knowledge
of what I have learned from Stan
though it is something you will certainly learn about
in time.

Will these extra innings of ignorance
allow you some peace
or will you curse me
for keeping you blinded
from what was soon to come?

Though now, of course,
having shared with you the choice
there is really no choice at all,
is there?
Why did Stan put me in this position?
He knows I’m a fink!

All right. screw it.
I’m sorry. The truth will always out:
we’re out of mashed potatoes
and all that’s left is yams.

What?
You know how I feel about yams…