I love you, but I hate you. Spread out for me in the morning, waiting for me to eat you, I never thought you would do this to me, getting together like star-crossed lovers. Do you not want me anymore? Because my love for you grows ever stronger, my sweet Skippy. It hurts me to see you with it, with Marmite that I hate.

But together I can’t get enough of you. Together you are complete, together you become the one thing in the world that I can’t help but love and hate.