[GINGERPALE]
~~~~~~~~~He says an intro but I haven't watched the video for a while so I'm gonna have to update.~~~~~~~

[NEVERCAKE]
Someday in December, alone in his house, in Canada land or someplace there about, lived a man named Ginger, who, void of all shame, indulged in the cookies that shared in his name. Gingerbread men, a holiday treat, enough to make anyone’s Christmas complete. Happiness found at four hundred degrees! But Fahrenheit’s dumb, America, plеase! Iced and sprinkled, wow thеse look great! Only perfection allowed on this plate. But hey, what gives? This one’s a mess. Just throw it away. Trust me, it’s for the best. All things need shelter, a fact that is known. So a surplus of dough was made to fashion their home. One stops to consider a prospect quite grim: is he made of house or is house made of him? In this wonderful life, everyone needs a purpose, and each gingerbread man would certainly serve his. That sweetest of smiles on each cookie's face, through terror, would find itself swiftly replaced. Off snaps a leg. Say goodbye to your toes! Farewell, my friends, this is as far as you go. Dunked into milk and left there for dead. He ate both the arms and then had the head. The life of a cookie is not one desired. But it’s getting late, and boy, am I tired! Thus ends the poem, my story complete, and I just want to say, wow, Christmas is neat!