Disturbing Recursive From Class (Random Impulse)

The fudge running down appears delectable.  The fudge is delectable.  Fudge is reducible.  Give me fudge on my cake.  My chocolate cake looks delectable.  Vanilla fudge is fake.  It tastes fake.  A fake taste.  Delectable taste on a shake I made.  I made it for you.  You and your poppa, too.   Your poppa looks delectable.  Shake it.  Shake it for poppa.  Shake some fudge on those papitos.  Papitos appear gross.  Make some fudge shake for papitos.  It will make the fudge appear delectable.  Despicable fudge.  My stomach will pudge from delectable fudge.  Poppa loves waterfalls.  Waterfalls of fudge.  He likes a little pudge.  Likes to make it shake.  Shake. Shake. Shake it.  Papito fried with some salsa.  Salsa on my papito.  Salsa on my pappi.  Pants spilled with fudge.  Get the fudge out of my pants.  Shake the fudge off my pants please.  My pudge is gone.  My pants are gone.  I'm getting more fudge.  Looks, appears.  Hears.  Here is your fudge.  I made it just for you.  You and Poppi, too.  Pat me on the back.  Bake.  Bake a cake for goodness.  Save the cake for later.  Put poppi in the cake with my papitos and pants and Dance.  Dance all the while devouring fudge.  In the night.  Devouring the night.  Until it is day.  Beams of bright called sunlight hit the fudge as it shines like the sparkly goodness it is.  Mmm. Fudge.  Do you get it yet?  My love for fudge.  Delectable, reducible fudge.  Fudge it all.  Screw it all.  Hammer it down.  But don't forget to secure it.  With what?  Fudge, duh!  Fudge my life.  Fudge my past.  Fudge my present.  Save my future.  Will poppa be in the future? Only with fudge, my dear.  Dear Santa, all I want for X-mas is a bowl of delectable fudge.  And for poppi to understand me.  Throw a bucket of fudge on his pants, and maybe he will.  Finally.  There it is.  Fudge.  How beautiful.  You are fudgin' seeing me for the first time.  Aren't I delectable?  Detachable.  A doll. A Fudge doll?  Bite me.  Bite my arm, because it'll melt in your mouth.  Imagine.  Imagine that.  Bite other places.  Bite wherever you like.  It all melts in your mouth.  It never has to end.  Taste it. Now.  Your poppi has.  No. Just in my dreams.  Imagine.  Imagine that.  How's that for fudgin' truth?