Hostile Pasta Aisle

"Whaddya do, Rowdywell? I'm your hallucinution! And these visions that pass before you like foggy revolving mirrors are doomed to repeat themselves, doomed to repeat themselves, doomed to repeat themselves
doomed to repent themselves
roomed to defeat themselves
groomed to deplete themselves
doomed to replete them shelves
doomed to repeat to repeat to repeat
to repeat themselves."