Say "silk" ten times.
My godbrother obediently did just that, counting with his fingers the number of times he said it.
What do cows drink?
"Milk?"
No.
"Poop?"
No, let me tell you, my brother said, thereafter telling him the answer.
He dejectedly and pointedly replied," Why did you tell me the answer when I haven't given up yet?"
His perseverance is really admirable.
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