Mom: Jessa, do you want an egg?
Jessa: No. I don't eat eggs because I like baby chickens.
Dad: Jayla, you better go get your bike. Its raining and you don't want it to get rusted.
Jayla: (Jayla runs to put her bike in the garage.) Oh that was close. I didn't want my bike to get roasted. Dad, whats roasted? Does that mean that it just turns into flames?
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