It was minute 5 of the filming. Mr. Peanut was thinking he had taken in more peanut butter than he could hold already! Isn't that just absurd? It's why I gladly took the liberty of presenting him with a quick graph demonstrating all of the other way that my plan would, indeed, rake in a lot of cash-ew. My sign: "It is simple. My plan is to have you take in enough peanut butter to become approximately the size of the Earth." His sign: "The...the Earth...!? " He took an especially big gulp at the 'sound' of the announcement, which disoriented him until he heard a loud, low groan eminating from his body. It was getting too full! He began to worry, but wanted to listen to Mag's sales pitch, so he bravely continued to chug through the groans, for her and for the fans, despite feeling an increasing, slightly uncomfortable tightness. He also noticed himself getting closer and closer to the ceiling of the factory...

My sign: "Now, this is no cause for worry, Mr. Creaknut...If you become a planet-sized Planters peanut, then the whole planet will notice you and be amazed! Which means the factory will not only be reopened, but everybody will be buying P.B. Crisps! And the more they buy, the more your stonks will go up!" His sign: "Oh! W-well then! This campaign of yours might just be nutty enough to actually increase our stonks! But...what about our stalks? That's a lot of peanut butter..." My sign: "After this, you can plant as many stalks as you wish!" His sign: "Wow, you've really got this thing...pegged!...you get it? Like, the peg...that the peanut grows out of...? Never mind. You've got this thing pegged." My sign: "Thank you!" His sign: "But I will say this...

...something tells me I 'wal-nut' make it to the size of the Earth."

...*crreeeeaaaak-k...!*

~To be continued~