So, you're just chillin' in Tyrone's kitchen, and you're hungry. You ask Tyrone if you can have a bowl of Mammy-O's because you're hungry and someshit and don't have a job, idunno. Anyway, you pour a big bowl of 100 Mammy-O's and 54% percent of them appear to be reachin' - some may be muh-dik-foot-shuffling, or they might be going for a gat. Would you eat those Mammy-O's knowing tha- **SHIT THAT NIGGER TYRONE JUST STABBED ME**