The end of the something.

It's like a sandwich, but with less bread, and more concrete.

Don't try to eat it with your arms, because they don't have teeth.

If a chihuahua comes knocking on your door asking for spare change, how much more likely are you to throw a sponge at it than to turn around and close the wardrobe filled with mangled pens that you bent over a bunsen burner in chemistry last week, then proceed to fly out the window on a magic carpet ride, inside of a glass box filled with pebble shaped styrofoam pebbles?

ok,.. now I'm just weirding myself out.