It’s a torch, for occult ceremonies. Skulls go in the tray
I say it’s exercise equipment for gnome children.
It’s a bird zapper. Ten trillion volts and, pow! they’re vaporized.
I think it’s a beacon for space aliens.
It’s a ghost catcher.
No, a fairy playground.
Medieval torture device. Looks wicked to me.
I think it’s a huge watch tower for ants.
No, it’s a… oops, here come some adults.
Hey kids, playing through. Move aside.
Playing Frisbee golf. That’s sixth hole.
Frisbee Golf? That’s weird.
Adults imagine the strangest things.
Yeah. They’re funny that way.
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