Are we a bowl of cereal, or are we just individual flakes? The existential crisis that plagues our nation's breakfast tables.
Some say we're a family, others claim we're just a bunch of random pieces of cardboard with some crunchy bits in between.
But what's the real question here? Is it about the milk, the sugar, or the existential dread of being a mere mortal in a sea of cornflakes?
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